Things Are Hard Enough
Things are hard enough
When you think this much
But I can pass the time
I'll go post online
Things are brief enough
When you smoke this much
But things just drag along
I'll pretend I'm wrong
Suburbia's a blur
While I danced with her
People moved away
Memories went grey
Views are nice enough
Should I care this much?
Amber lights in dark
But all I see are sparks
Suburbia's a blur
But while I danced with her
People moved away
Memories went grey
Things are hard enough
When you think this much
But I can pass the time
I'm fine
Writer/s: Gram Ash
