I got lucky
I never ask, I only have to dream
It's so hard, don't you believe me
I got lucky,
believe me
I am not gonna go back, sociopath
I have a chance, I have a chance, I have to dance,
I need it more than I could explain
living in the outskirts of a fantasy
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
I studied you in busy parks
I studied all your seasons
I loved you even in the dark,
I loved you for no reason
I give you something you can't hold
I give you my dear mind
and even if you never know, I'll love you for all time.
-s’s.
I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-s's.