In the lucana of the soul, Do you ever call my name? Do you ever regret breaking me in two? Do you ever wish I was still fond of you? Do you ever think what life would be if you changed? In the lucana of the soul, Do you ever miss the days we spent together? Do you ever miss playing with my hair? Do you ever wish you haven’t sent that message? Do you ever wish you could say I was yours again? In the lucana of the soul, Do you ever want to go back? Do you ever want to reverse the things you did? Do you ever wish that you hadn’t done that? Do you ever think about how you’ll never be forgiven? In the lucana of the soul, Do you all wish you hadn’t screwed me over? Do you all wish time was reversible? Do you all want to try and fix what you did? Do you all want to be forgiven for breaking my heart? In the lucana of the soul, Do I ever want you back? Do I ever think about changing course? Do I ever want to forgive you? Do I ever want to let go of my resentment for you all? In the lucana of the soul, The answer is no. I don’t ever want any of that. You don’t ever want that either. So what’s the point if the lucana only grows with you?
Motion sickness-Pheobe Bridgers
