stream of fuck
so on the way back from new york my mind went crazy and i grabbed the nearest pen and paper and my first successfull stream of consience writing was born. i niether knew what i was writing nor tried to while under the influence of it. heres what i wrote:
"using all your old tricks on new girls and thoughtlous loves. sometimes they sound and touch like you. not like you used to, but how you are now. so cold and far away and not listening to the beating of my heart, when im trying to give it back to you, but its not mine anymore to give. maybe someday we'll end up together and the sun will set on our graves side-by-side and all the things we planned and dreamed of will come true, but in the end i know we'll stay like we are now. no gatsby syndrome for me i prefer the warmer touch of love, but im too numb to feel you in my dreams anymore, so i'll write sad songs and think about what we used to be, but before i pass out tonight i'll think about how your face looked next to mine and smile for the first time that day."
take it for what it is.
"using all your old tricks on new girls and thoughtlous loves. sometimes they sound and touch like you. not like you used to, but how you are now. so cold and far away and not listening to the beating of my heart, when im trying to give it back to you, but its not mine anymore to give. maybe someday we'll end up together and the sun will set on our graves side-by-side and all the things we planned and dreamed of will come true, but in the end i know we'll stay like we are now. no gatsby syndrome for me i prefer the warmer touch of love, but im too numb to feel you in my dreams anymore, so i'll write sad songs and think about what we used to be, but before i pass out tonight i'll think about how your face looked next to mine and smile for the first time that day."
take it for what it is.