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instability
injustices
lies
promiscuity
people arent always what you need them to be.
friends are not always friends.
and hopefully coke heads arent always coke heads.
change, you beg them
but they wont because its too much to be who they really are
they have a new life, vogue if you will
with credit cards and blow
something you wouldnt understand - until your addicted
until you see how good it feels to break your best friends hearts
until you feel how unimportant everything youve ever valued, ever hoped for is-
and no one ever thinks of forever
no one ever thinks of what you want them to when you want them to
love is only love 53% of the time, and a good book doesnt always make it better
thats because the other 47% of love is sex
sex means either nothing or something
and from there the only thing to judge is whether or not it was good.
there was swimming, a tree house, photographs, blaring music, rafts and fake tattoos and candles
they all have girlfriends, but you fuck them anyways
and they keep coming back thinking you care when you dont
distance
but photographs and looking at his lips and his hips and tattoos and wallet
and the food he made you for dinner is too much to resist
for tonight at least
some mother makes you breakfast
and later when you pass out on the lawn she calls the police.
and then theres a smell that you remember, that reminds you of your true love
your true love that doesnt exist, and then it smells stale
oh if vanity could save us all
if art could save us all
if only you could stop drinking, and get your work done
if only you could get that green bottle out of your mind and save yourself
from reality, from emotion, from everyone else
next year. next year.
you always looked forward to next year
how did everything you wanted for next year change
and when did you start to feel old, and why so soon
and if its all bullshit then just stop
just stop, but you cant because you still feel something
not love not fulfillment not anything youve ever felt before
but its there and you look at me and i see right through you.
injustices
lies
promiscuity
people arent always what you need them to be.
friends are not always friends.
and hopefully coke heads arent always coke heads.
change, you beg them
but they wont because its too much to be who they really are
they have a new life, vogue if you will
with credit cards and blow
something you wouldnt understand - until your addicted
until you see how good it feels to break your best friends hearts
until you feel how unimportant everything youve ever valued, ever hoped for is-
and no one ever thinks of forever
no one ever thinks of what you want them to when you want them to
love is only love 53% of the time, and a good book doesnt always make it better
thats because the other 47% of love is sex
sex means either nothing or something
and from there the only thing to judge is whether or not it was good.
there was swimming, a tree house, photographs, blaring music, rafts and fake tattoos and candles
they all have girlfriends, but you fuck them anyways
and they keep coming back thinking you care when you dont
distance
but photographs and looking at his lips and his hips and tattoos and wallet
and the food he made you for dinner is too much to resist
for tonight at least
some mother makes you breakfast
and later when you pass out on the lawn she calls the police.
and then theres a smell that you remember, that reminds you of your true love
your true love that doesnt exist, and then it smells stale
oh if vanity could save us all
if art could save us all
if only you could stop drinking, and get your work done
if only you could get that green bottle out of your mind and save yourself
from reality, from emotion, from everyone else
next year. next year.
you always looked forward to next year
how did everything you wanted for next year change
and when did you start to feel old, and why so soon
and if its all bullshit then just stop
just stop, but you cant because you still feel something
not love not fulfillment not anything youve ever felt before
but its there and you look at me and i see right through you.