like a coin toss
half the time i don't know which way i am going
and it's mostly because i'm not completely in control
and my mind and my body separate.
and my heart hangs in the middle
and it's an asshole because there is something easy and something difficult, and for some reason, according to my heart, the more difficult answer is the better one that will be easier in the end.
but i'm looking right in front of my face and i am pissed that i can't change my own mind, for two reasons, the first being he is the feeling i wake up with, and the second being the way i feel thinking about the way the side of his face once laid on my hand.
and yet...
i do things that are a little less easy to understand. and it's not fair to you.
is it like, a race to the end?
and it's mostly because i'm not completely in control
and my mind and my body separate.
and my heart hangs in the middle
and it's an asshole because there is something easy and something difficult, and for some reason, according to my heart, the more difficult answer is the better one that will be easier in the end.
but i'm looking right in front of my face and i am pissed that i can't change my own mind, for two reasons, the first being he is the feeling i wake up with, and the second being the way i feel thinking about the way the side of his face once laid on my hand.
and yet...
i do things that are a little less easy to understand. and it's not fair to you.
is it like, a race to the end?