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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