How do we
Instantiate the feeling gone
Flesh it out
This tangible plan to be okay
From Serenity
The things I've laid my hands on
Don't feel the same
So I spend my days
Tryna find how many ways I
Can say the same thing
But all I found was you
Sneaking in my room
Or was that just an apocryphal image I drew
When I laid it out
I questioned if I
Could hold this down on my own
How do we
Instantiate the feeling gone
Flesh it out
This tangible plan to be okay