irony

he feels like home to me like a cozy little wanna be but hell i feel like irony still he is my post-irony he smells like old money but cant make me forget about his spiraling he feels like the sun and moon but i feel like hes the star to my june summer comes and goes by fast still i feel like someone never left my words dont make any sense even though i try my best this world cant make my sense run and go by this fast he will sprint with me so so fast still i cant tell if hes there he feels like home to me like a cozy little wanna be but hell i feel like irony still he stays my post-irony