we're not here to impress. take it. or leave it.
october 15th, 2004.
we throw our hearts around.
on the glowing screens we hide behind.
you'll say anything to anyone. i know.
people talk and talk.
and try to keep you out of harms way.
but words dont get me anywhere when theyre
heard out on the street.
be wiser.
be a little more logical.
make sense of all your senses.
with 4 or 5 you'll figure it out.
dont wonder.
who or what or where we went.
you weren't there for a reason.
so take the hint.
on a slightly different note.
maybe its easier to get by when somethings always in your hand.
and maybe its comforting to know that you have a friend when your real friends go away.
and maybe you like the fact youre no better than everybody else.
so maybe we'll burn it. devour it. its living in your veins.
the brain is a funny thing.
it makes decisions without your concent.
you'll live in denial then spend the rest of your life.
trying to change who you are.
don't tell me regret it.
stay away from you.
its the way you want to be.
i'd rather find myself in a closet.
hanging from my fathers tie.
than be a drone for a fucking queen who sucks out all the pain.
its cancer
its deterioration
its the fact that you can't do what your body's meant to do
its the chemicals
its called asphyxiation
and coughing is your excuse for breathing.
i live my life
with no real fear of taking risk
but this habit is weekly to daily
and i wont be dependent on anything but the air i breathe
and the way you make me feel.
i admit it.
i'm a hypocrite.
im addicted.
only to the one i love.
xo.