drunk bullshit lyrics...thus far
Please try not to be offended, if I accidentally abuse
the past, got no permission given to use you as my muse
This longing I wish could be cured with a distance; or a cleansing burning
But my cavity spread from my mouth to my chest and it made a constant yearning
You keep triumphantly marching on, scouting the land for potential threats
I wear my combat boots in the city, burning through cash and cigarettes
the ghost of our youth constantly haunts me, everything reminds me
of those late night talks for hours in your car or mine, simplicity of a kiss
we would talk about love and family and morality and philosophy
and then, briefly, i would lose myself in the overwhelming feeling of bliss
and yeah maybe i was kid then, maybe i was just naive, bit into all the words you'd spit
but i swore you used to read my mind, you'd connect to the waves my brain would transmit
and it wasn't about a relationship, or attached strings, promise rings,
it was about a lion helping a flightless girl spread her weak wings
and i still search, for any type of connection as strong or pure as i felt when i was eighteen,
and all i ever discover are dull liars who hide behind their constant smoke screen.
you told me you'd be in the same state soon, that maybe you could make the trip into the city.
and i hope we can talk for hours like we did back then, and i hope you still think i'm pretty.
but my biggest fear in the world circulates throughout my body constantly, i always shiver
i think you took most of my heart with you when you disappeared, and i'm only left with a small sliver
i let someone abuse me for two years because at least i could feel pain instead of lonely
but i still feel like i was the bad one, lying that i loved him, when i know you're my only
i almost faded away entirely on a walk down lasalle street, i live with that secret in my bones
but i keep your picture in my minds eye and ignore all the constant stick and the constant stones.
this is not a confessional, though i know i have a lot to confess
this is just a desperate attempt for me to try and truly express
that i never got over you, i never really moved on from the thing that was never there to begin with
i will forever entangle my mind with the warmth of nostalgia and the breeze of your myth
the past, got no permission given to use you as my muse
This longing I wish could be cured with a distance; or a cleansing burning
But my cavity spread from my mouth to my chest and it made a constant yearning
You keep triumphantly marching on, scouting the land for potential threats
I wear my combat boots in the city, burning through cash and cigarettes
the ghost of our youth constantly haunts me, everything reminds me
of those late night talks for hours in your car or mine, simplicity of a kiss
we would talk about love and family and morality and philosophy
and then, briefly, i would lose myself in the overwhelming feeling of bliss
and yeah maybe i was kid then, maybe i was just naive, bit into all the words you'd spit
but i swore you used to read my mind, you'd connect to the waves my brain would transmit
and it wasn't about a relationship, or attached strings, promise rings,
it was about a lion helping a flightless girl spread her weak wings
and i still search, for any type of connection as strong or pure as i felt when i was eighteen,
and all i ever discover are dull liars who hide behind their constant smoke screen.
you told me you'd be in the same state soon, that maybe you could make the trip into the city.
and i hope we can talk for hours like we did back then, and i hope you still think i'm pretty.
but my biggest fear in the world circulates throughout my body constantly, i always shiver
i think you took most of my heart with you when you disappeared, and i'm only left with a small sliver
i let someone abuse me for two years because at least i could feel pain instead of lonely
but i still feel like i was the bad one, lying that i loved him, when i know you're my only
i almost faded away entirely on a walk down lasalle street, i live with that secret in my bones
but i keep your picture in my minds eye and ignore all the constant stick and the constant stones.
this is not a confessional, though i know i have a lot to confess
this is just a desperate attempt for me to try and truly express
that i never got over you, i never really moved on from the thing that was never there to begin with
i will forever entangle my mind with the warmth of nostalgia and the breeze of your myth