is this love?
j can see my feelings freeze
just three inches in front of me
i can tell this October evening
will make it hard to breathe
blurry from the mist of exhaust
your tail lights fade around the corner
i’m here with the fear of the day after you
when i’m obsolete
on this late night i’m tired of goodbyes and hellos
i’d trade them for good mornings and to fall asleep the night before
is this love? (x4)
the memories creep in on me
it leaves me feeling sorry
i know you hate it when I’m sad
but this is hard for me
the definition of depression
is waking up with no intention
where the soundtrack to my depression
is the mother of my invention
is this love? (x4)