Man, I'm starting to hate this thing called thinking,
always out of breath feeling like the boat is sinking.
A demon with passion for the delicate souls he's drinking,
he'll have you in his arms before you can get to blinking.
Winking,
that smile was drawn up just for you,
now that those eyes are shining, tell me what I'm s'posed to do?
Caffeine habit,
got weak knees for the white rabbit,
trying to kick the the rock,
not smash it,
re-verberate,
retreat then watch the reaction!
Shitty compassion,
underneath the sole of your high heels,
high pitched squeals,
making all of the deals.
Stuck out a leg for some feels,
got in the passenger side,
but now look who's taking the wheel!
Got a diamond like eye,
cutting glass holes inside your mind,
your in-sides,
stop, rewind,
we won't be going there this time.
And before I lose the money for the fine,
I'll throw it at them in hundreds of dimes,
nickles,
but not quarters,
cause you know, those are mine.
Fuck the institutions,
I've got sunshine to feel blind.
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Common sense society,
a social group of monotony,
Sorry,
please go away,
you just bother me,
and if I could, I'd stay,
but really I should leave,
don't follow,
see?
I've got so much to say,
but he's in my brain all day.
Constantly paving the way,
to the road I've been waiting to stray.
I mean follow,
of course that's a lot to swallow,
hallow souls ain't got no motto,
they just plug their ears and wallow,
waddle around like fucking ducks
shmucks,
stuck on the luck, fucks and bucks.
Deluxe limited edition trust,
tearing off your shirt from the bust,
extorting the desire to make a fuss.
He likes your smile,
yeah that's a plus.
There's only so many things you can say that fall under the word 'must'.
Only so many ways to lean the soul toward the lust.
The gluttony,
the hunger for acknowledgement,
get fucked up and leave.
The envy,
desire to have what's not yours,
so badly that you can hardly breathe.
The pride,
your ego when it starts to bleed.
the wrath is dementing,
it will be the greed to which you'll be descending,
till sloth is where your ending.
Pending the sins live within one another,
sisters and brothers,
mingling with your thoughts like intimate lovers,
Biting your neck till you feel smothered.
Holding your hand till you feel mothered.
Holding the gun to your head,
yeah nobody really ever wondered.
Evil can convince you to do anything once you're under,
the control of more than less of the whole picture,
your less than the whole thing,
to a house you'd be just a fixture.
A fixation on the mixture,
we've created with our many pantone elixirs.
It's not you that got me bad,
I just drank too much of that mixer.
Fixer upper of the pure boredom of...
what was I even..
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We were walking on this dirt path on a mid afternoon in spring, chatting about different things, the specifics are too hard to remember now. The feeling of it all was warm, safe. He was leading me through these trees like he had some wonderful secret place to show me. We were practically running, but perhaps it was just the giddiness putting the extra step in our strides.
Now it's darker, the sun's emitting a red hue through the tree bodies. The path is just minutes away from being less than useful.I'm starting to wonder where we're going. I'm starting to wonder why we've gotten quiet.
There's a long stretch of road, we're walking outside some strange field, his hand moves over the skin on the back of my arm. I was leading now, not quite sure where we were going. I stop the cringe before it meets up with my face. For some reason, I don't feel safe any longer.
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