vintage - lovelorn



 Yours was the voice I would run to in my sleep

Mine were the arms you chose as your remedy

I couldn't picture you in better and brighter light

A mosaic of faces that faded well with time


You had a gold plated lifeline I envied

A theme for every 2000's house party

Your silhouette is in the corner watching me

As I metamorphose into a vintage has been


I'm slowly wilting as the autumn breeze runs it fingers through my hair

I'm a fever dream that never stuck around long enough to be a vintage trend

I leave polaroids of myself everywhere until I'm engraved in your mind

I'm only pessimistic until I'm in the deep end and then I'm proven right


You had a gold plated lifeline I envied

A theme for every 2000's house party

Your silhouette is in the corner watching me

As I metamorphose into a vintage has been


Pastel pink sunrise my evening glow disguise

Put you in your place at some 90's game

Flashbacks in sepia, stripped shadows on regia

Put me in my place at the top of the staircase


Your blazer emblazoned with the friction of our interceding timelines

My overly conspicuous indiscretion undercover as a good lie

I sit on some strangers mantel like a frame of good will and good times

You find comfort in being the definition of good life


You had a gold plated lifeline I envied

A theme for every 2000's house party

Your silhouette is in the corner watching me

As I metamorphose into a vintage has been.



-auctor

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