You’re the best clothes in the wrong dress code

How it goes, we almost steal the show

You sculpt the bones in colors

While the world, none of tones

Somehow, just a wrong turn of road,

They’ve said, “Don’t believe in touch and go”

Why it takes so much price

to get what I wish for?

Like, they always come back,

Breaking into pieces, my core

Never know a short story could feel so long

In the coffee night, where did we go wrong?

1123 is the room where we should be

Baby, here a short story ending scene

You were the proudest pen, painting the poem

Painted gold for show,

Collecting bones for his wrecked love throne

I never knew this town could bruise this blue

Puzzling the maze, oh, it’s made by you

Why it takes so much price

to get what I wish for?

Like, they always come back,

Breaking into pieces, my core

(Guess they never wanted my all)

Never know a short story could feel so long

In the coffee night, where did we go wrong?

1123 is the room where we should be

Baby, here a short story ending scene

Four months trying to be everything

Only to realize what you gave is nothing

Three words whispering,

God, I hate it…

Winter vowed, but no half of you’s shown

Should’ve known, flower can’t grow from frozen ground

Now I cling to one thing mine

And curse another thing, I’ll regret ’til I die

Never know a short story

Could dredge up such history

Feeling so familiar, forming up the fear

Feeling of being left and undone

Flashes the face of someone,

I can no longer call him baby

Never know a short story could feel so long

(Should’ve known)

In the coffee night, where did we go wrong?

(Should’ve known)

1123 is the room where we should be

Baby, here a short story ending scene