Hope Has Me
I am prisoner to my own delusions
or maybe it's the only reality
worth living for.
Love is more than the magic.
So what's wrong with being
in love with an idea?
You know the idea has to
change with real life.
So maybe it's easy to be
a masochist and long for
a reality that will never
happen. But because you
hoped, the energy in between
the particles of life affected
change and the stars winked
and nuddged the days into your
world. And you find yourself
living what you longed for.
I hope it's what you always
wanted. I hope the future
you created needs you.
Don't you know life is more
than the fun house reflection
you can see? Days distorted
bringing tears of anger to your
eyes. The cleanest tears
are cried inside your soul.
Do you do everything for a
reaction? Is love so distant
that you forgot who
could hold your hand if
you weren't clenching it
in fear. Fear of forgetting
who you were or are- fear
of him losing you in the dark.
Fear of the whispers in the back
of your mind cold and knowing.
It's the dark part of your soul
that scares you almost as much
as the freedom that hope promises.
But the cost, you know. - you know
and the threshing floor is a cold place
to live. Fuck. Why is life so
fucking hard? Why does loving require
life? Why am I so scared?
God, will you just hold me?
or maybe it's the only reality
worth living for.
Love is more than the magic.
So what's wrong with being
in love with an idea?
You know the idea has to
change with real life.
So maybe it's easy to be
a masochist and long for
a reality that will never
happen. But because you
hoped, the energy in between
the particles of life affected
change and the stars winked
and nuddged the days into your
world. And you find yourself
living what you longed for.
I hope it's what you always
wanted. I hope the future
you created needs you.
Don't you know life is more
than the fun house reflection
you can see? Days distorted
bringing tears of anger to your
eyes. The cleanest tears
are cried inside your soul.
Do you do everything for a
reaction? Is love so distant
that you forgot who
could hold your hand if
you weren't clenching it
in fear. Fear of forgetting
who you were or are- fear
of him losing you in the dark.
Fear of the whispers in the back
of your mind cold and knowing.
It's the dark part of your soul
that scares you almost as much
as the freedom that hope promises.
But the cost, you know. - you know
and the threshing floor is a cold place
to live. Fuck. Why is life so
fucking hard? Why does loving require
life? Why am I so scared?
God, will you just hold me?