Magic tricks, serenaded bugs in code
Aggravated compliments, sold on the streets
Picked like cotton candy, chew the timelines
If I go back in time, I’ll never cross paths with you.

Everything I touched, dripped with teardrops
Concentrated with murky signals, coagulated dreams
All the nights I could have gazed at stars
I giggled in fake scenarios, screamed in my mind.

When lips chatter, they lie; is that why you kept quiet?
I saw you in rusty papers of Hesse
My hands were heavy, with the weight of my expectations
If I imagined hard enough, will the air suspend, form your palms
Believe in manifestation?

Empty vessels make more noise; is that why you didn’t like my voice?
I saw myself in bell jar, the fig rot and smelt like Judas (you)
 reality blurred; now I wasn’t obsessed with you,
 I was riddled with fabricated memories.

The door is open, you may leave.
The door is open, you may stay.
But, oh, you and your magic tricks,
If I could bite the timeline,
I’ll never cross paths with you.

// is it obvious that I wrote this while listening to hambug? I guess it is :")
thank you for reading, have a great day!