It Doesn't Have To Change

Benches

Subtle not seen, coquette in dreams
To not sugarcoat, well, you're missing out
Evenings of heat, grinding my teeth
Oh, you just love when they're making out

And I know the collective consensus was no you and us
It doesn't have to change for once
But I hope it does

How does it taste, drained of all grace?
I'm a mess, but I'm also a failure, alone, and depressed
I'm a blank face, I'm a mistake
I'm the evil that's roaming your garden and chasing the snake

I'm counting the seconds till somebody mentions your name
It doesn't have to change for once
But I hope it does
This solipsist's sorry this mess couldn't bring you more fun
It doesn't have to change
Oh, but I hope it does