I find it kinda funny.
(I find it kinda sad.)
Some moments are surrounded with such clarity and perfection.
as if you just got new lenses in a pair of old glasses,
and could see the definition in life again.
(The definition you slowly forgot about.)
Two weeks, two days, maybe even two hours pass
and it's fucking gone again.
The end of your life as you know it hits
like a 13-year-old slamming his door
in the middle of an argument
with his parents about what they found
in his secret hiding spot.
After the door is shut
you just can't remember anymore.
Old vices remind you of places you can't go
but only hope to.
I'm sorry I don't know how to do this.
- How absurd.