all i really need is you

[yauwantthis]

and to disregard the others:
the ones that taint
and sob for times that are long ago lost.
What they once held has fallen out of their hands
What they pretended they had
is melted
They believe they can locate the root
But underground places arent on a map
And once again
Times have changed
Moments have morphed
Seconds stimulated
Days drugged
Fences fucked.

We are all more lost than we thought we were
But only to the others

Completely aware of our positions
we stand still and secure
Misplacing ourselves is too irresponsible at this point
(its how we once considered similar situations:
Childish.)
The only direction to fall into
is this miscommunication
Between us
The static
And the others
The unstable.