This isn't how it's supposed to be.
I'm caught up in dreaming, my head is stuck in yesterday's clouds. I keep thinking about all those times when you touched my hand and I sighed feeling this perfection.
I'm too caught up in your kiss to remember anything else. Too caught up in how much you felt so good to me to remember the hurt and distruction you caused in my life, in my heart, in my soul.
For this I am deserving of this heap of misery I'm building. But yet, it doesn't feel right to be with anyone else. My hand doesn't fit in anyone elses.
Is this love or is it lust?
Is this destruction or happiness?
Do I mean these stupid poetic lines spouting from lonely lips?
Answers to all these questions unknown, but give me just one more chance to kiss you. One more time to devour the sweetness that remains so bitter in my blood. Take me away from these distractions and build up a fortification of massacres.
No one kissed perfection like you did. Like I did. Like we did when I was lost and alone in your arms on your bedroom floor.
I'm too caught up in your kiss to remember anything else. Too caught up in how much you felt so good to me to remember the hurt and distruction you caused in my life, in my heart, in my soul.
For this I am deserving of this heap of misery I'm building. But yet, it doesn't feel right to be with anyone else. My hand doesn't fit in anyone elses.
Is this love or is it lust?
Is this destruction or happiness?
Do I mean these stupid poetic lines spouting from lonely lips?
Answers to all these questions unknown, but give me just one more chance to kiss you. One more time to devour the sweetness that remains so bitter in my blood. Take me away from these distractions and build up a fortification of massacres.
No one kissed perfection like you did. Like I did. Like we did when I was lost and alone in your arms on your bedroom floor.