the weeks are all smearing together
Crappy apple music is making me laugh at my irritation.
I wish I had a handful of tootsie rolls, no seriously.
I almost, kind of, feel like I should feel bad about saying that, but not about thinking it.
I just want to go home. And have it feel like it.
I just want that damnable burning to stop behind my eyes.
I just want to be happy. Even though I know it’s too much to ask.
I just want to sleep until I’m not tired anymore.
Numbers on the clock are just numbers until you define them.
I’m about to fall off the face of the world,
You should stop running towards me
You are already to late and if you don’t stop
You are going to fall
But you needn’t worry
I’m ready to fall
I embrace it
Let me go
In the end it will all make sense
Let go
I’d have kept you forever safe
If you’d had let me hold you
But you wanted to be apart of the world
And I loved you too much to cage you
You got caught up in ways of the world
And missed the last flight home
Just another pretty boy
Filled up with pretty promises
You can’t honestly be mad
That I gave you what you wanted
You can’t get mad
At me letting go
I loved you
And I let you be that damnable free bird
And now you think you have the right to be pissed at me
You just make me sad
Let me go too
I need it.
If the only way to save yourself
Was to destroy someone else
Would you?
Could you?
What is wrong with us?
Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.
I demand an answer, What is wrong with us.
We don’t exist
Of course we exist, we’re alive and real
No you don’t understand we don’t exist
Yeah we do, we have for years, we started years ago
We did start years ago, but we’ve ended in the time since
No you’re wrong, you don’t know what you’re talking about
We just met that point when we couldn’t go on anymore
And rather than fight a losing fight we pretended
Stop, please. For what we had
That “we” were just fine with the cracks forming
You don’t really mean it, you can’t
In the perfectly formed friendship
You wouldn’t want to hurt me this badly
And as the ship sailed we waved each other off and never looked back.
You were a part of my life for a long time
And then our paths parted
The world’s focus is slipping in and out
My body is shaking from the last dose
And I desperately want the world to hold still
But I know that when it comes close
Shaking caused by need will wrack through next
The shaking cycle doesn’t end
All I want is to stop shaking
Nothing else matters but the shaking
The shaking makes me sick
But then the need shakes makes me sick as well
Then I’ll dose up and the shaking makes me sick again
The shaking cycle doesn’t end
And all that matters is the shaking
I don’t want to meet that person who will redefine the way I’ll look at the world
I don’t want to reevaluate the way the wind blows my hair
I want to be safe in myself and knowing the ways of the world the way that I do
When I jump the ship won’t rock
The world will not change to anything
The ship will rise just slightly,
Perhaps an eighth of a millimeter
But you’ll all be safe
Maybe this will help them remember
Why they fell in love with each other
They were in love with each other once?
There is a message in his eyes
I can tell
Sadly, I’ve never been good
At reading messages in eyes
It would certainly be beautiful.
You could definitely tack in a complicated,
heart breaking mess,
but beautiful nonetheless.
they dance around with out you
points arise in which you can join the dance
you never take the steps
love wanted all but you
you could have took it anyway
or at least that is what they say
give them hope they'll direct
but we know better, don't we
the gun shot rings
you don't have to worry anymore
the danger is over
they'll never know the real you
they'll say that hope failed you
but we know the truth
sing if french for hope
"don't give up beloved"
but know
that it won't do you any good
hope is signing from the rooftops
god help me escape this lowest dungeon
the floods are coming
to late pieces float away
at least now i'll get to visit the sea
don't ask her
you know that
she doesn't know
the word hope
you think that the world is a place in which happiness is a gift
and it is, it is the gift of blindness.
blind yourself to the pain, and suffering of others.
blind yourself to the flaws and short comings of others.
pretend that you can't see the easiness of another's life.
the grass is always greener, or something along those lines.
I wish I had a handful of tootsie rolls, no seriously.
I almost, kind of, feel like I should feel bad about saying that, but not about thinking it.
I just want to go home. And have it feel like it.
I just want that damnable burning to stop behind my eyes.
I just want to be happy. Even though I know it’s too much to ask.
I just want to sleep until I’m not tired anymore.
Numbers on the clock are just numbers until you define them.
I’m about to fall off the face of the world,
You should stop running towards me
You are already to late and if you don’t stop
You are going to fall
But you needn’t worry
I’m ready to fall
I embrace it
Let me go
In the end it will all make sense
Let go
I’d have kept you forever safe
If you’d had let me hold you
But you wanted to be apart of the world
And I loved you too much to cage you
You got caught up in ways of the world
And missed the last flight home
Just another pretty boy
Filled up with pretty promises
You can’t honestly be mad
That I gave you what you wanted
You can’t get mad
At me letting go
I loved you
And I let you be that damnable free bird
And now you think you have the right to be pissed at me
You just make me sad
Let me go too
I need it.
If the only way to save yourself
Was to destroy someone else
Would you?
Could you?
What is wrong with us?
Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.
I demand an answer, What is wrong with us.
We don’t exist
Of course we exist, we’re alive and real
No you don’t understand we don’t exist
Yeah we do, we have for years, we started years ago
We did start years ago, but we’ve ended in the time since
No you’re wrong, you don’t know what you’re talking about
We just met that point when we couldn’t go on anymore
And rather than fight a losing fight we pretended
Stop, please. For what we had
That “we” were just fine with the cracks forming
You don’t really mean it, you can’t
In the perfectly formed friendship
You wouldn’t want to hurt me this badly
And as the ship sailed we waved each other off and never looked back.
You were a part of my life for a long time
And then our paths parted
The world’s focus is slipping in and out
My body is shaking from the last dose
And I desperately want the world to hold still
But I know that when it comes close
Shaking caused by need will wrack through next
The shaking cycle doesn’t end
All I want is to stop shaking
Nothing else matters but the shaking
The shaking makes me sick
But then the need shakes makes me sick as well
Then I’ll dose up and the shaking makes me sick again
The shaking cycle doesn’t end
And all that matters is the shaking
I don’t want to meet that person who will redefine the way I’ll look at the world
I don’t want to reevaluate the way the wind blows my hair
I want to be safe in myself and knowing the ways of the world the way that I do
When I jump the ship won’t rock
The world will not change to anything
The ship will rise just slightly,
Perhaps an eighth of a millimeter
But you’ll all be safe
Maybe this will help them remember
Why they fell in love with each other
They were in love with each other once?
There is a message in his eyes
I can tell
Sadly, I’ve never been good
At reading messages in eyes
It would certainly be beautiful.
You could definitely tack in a complicated,
heart breaking mess,
but beautiful nonetheless.
they dance around with out you
points arise in which you can join the dance
you never take the steps
love wanted all but you
you could have took it anyway
or at least that is what they say
give them hope they'll direct
but we know better, don't we
the gun shot rings
you don't have to worry anymore
the danger is over
they'll never know the real you
they'll say that hope failed you
but we know the truth
sing if french for hope
"don't give up beloved"
but know
that it won't do you any good
hope is signing from the rooftops
god help me escape this lowest dungeon
the floods are coming
to late pieces float away
at least now i'll get to visit the sea
don't ask her
you know that
she doesn't know
the word hope
you think that the world is a place in which happiness is a gift
and it is, it is the gift of blindness.
blind yourself to the pain, and suffering of others.
blind yourself to the flaws and short comings of others.
pretend that you can't see the easiness of another's life.
the grass is always greener, or something along those lines.