writing makes me feel better
did you ever miss that feeling?
i wonder what she felt.
i can only image.
it goes, "onetwothreefour" & then it starts.
slow at first, then faster, until you cant see anything and your head is spinning. one after another after another. Passing your lonely nights coupled with the drama of yesterdays mistakes. Its so great when you cant see straight, when your mind is somewhere outside of yourself. You think "why didnt i think of this before?" so alone, but so together. The world is whole, its all around us, nothing is scarey anymore, nothing hurts as much as that first night. Whats saddest though is that we're all scrambling to forget about everything, how can we keep it from happening again if we dont even know what started the first one? Oh but its so grand, each with our own glass, clambering to get to that level where nothing matters, no one matters. Its just instinct, its just desire, its the will, the urge, the want. Its so intense, so real. But when its all done, it just comes crashing down on you like the way the universe implodes. Feel bad yet? Feel that burning in your stomach? Feel the acid rise? Oh baby, youre gonna be sick. Sick for days, sick of yourself, sick with lust & sick to death with what you had done. But oh it feel so good to be so free, who cares about everyone else? They dont feel like you, they feel like me, they feel alive. See that look in their faces? That empty stare, thats what happens after this, thats what happens, baby. They used to look so happyfreeinlove&alive but now, now they just look sick with love, sick with life. All we have to do is keep on living, keep on arguing, what else would we do with all our love? The things we hate the most are the things we used to be the most in love with.
i wonder what she felt.
i can only image.
it goes, "onetwothreefour" & then it starts.
slow at first, then faster, until you cant see anything and your head is spinning. one after another after another. Passing your lonely nights coupled with the drama of yesterdays mistakes. Its so great when you cant see straight, when your mind is somewhere outside of yourself. You think "why didnt i think of this before?" so alone, but so together. The world is whole, its all around us, nothing is scarey anymore, nothing hurts as much as that first night. Whats saddest though is that we're all scrambling to forget about everything, how can we keep it from happening again if we dont even know what started the first one? Oh but its so grand, each with our own glass, clambering to get to that level where nothing matters, no one matters. Its just instinct, its just desire, its the will, the urge, the want. Its so intense, so real. But when its all done, it just comes crashing down on you like the way the universe implodes. Feel bad yet? Feel that burning in your stomach? Feel the acid rise? Oh baby, youre gonna be sick. Sick for days, sick of yourself, sick with lust & sick to death with what you had done. But oh it feel so good to be so free, who cares about everyone else? They dont feel like you, they feel like me, they feel alive. See that look in their faces? That empty stare, thats what happens after this, thats what happens, baby. They used to look so happyfreeinlove&alive but now, now they just look sick with love, sick with life. All we have to do is keep on living, keep on arguing, what else would we do with all our love? The things we hate the most are the things we used to be the most in love with.