Mass

My mastermind plan is a painting
The darker the hues are the best
I wake up and wait for an answer
I wake up and wait for enough time to pass so I can call you again and it seems normal

I wake up and wait for your cigarette breath to be bad on my health and take me back down to that week we first met and slow down for once

In a year
A year just as long as your thoughts were fast
A year just as hard as the ground
A year just as violent as god seems to be
A year just as overstayed and unwelcome as I am