A fine surreality.
Bang Bang PowBang bang powShoot me downCrash and burn inCrying soundsBang bang powI ran awayWith his unknowing soulTake it back from meShe says the heart wants what it wantsYou can't keep it in lineBut I really really really shouldBut I can't seem to tryNow I'm running off the railsCollision course, no brakesIs a mercy kill in orderBefore I fall into harm's way?Bang bang powCan't turn aroundStill headed to a placeThat will never be foundBang bang powThis isn't the wayTo live at allCome save me
Myopic Deer in Headlightsi. i am afraid to go into the citynot because of the homicidethe heroin, the violencebut because the chance of seeing You increases exponentiallyi don't want You to see me in my natural habitati'd become a myopic deer in headlightslarge pale eyes behind large glassesrigid and scaredand trying to stumble awaydon't You look at meeven if You see meit might ruin my preconceptionsmaybe Yoursii.i have been trying for a few weeks nowit's not really workingYou're still therewell i suppose it's not really Youit's just a portrait i contrivedit's only in my headit's hard to quit cold turkey...if i saw You more than weeklyto remind myself that there isa disconnectbetween what i want and what there isiii....but the majority of the timei don't see You so i have to fill in the blanksand i do a very bad job of itand then it's not like You do a good jobof being too terribly different from what i wantYou're an outline and in the 6 otherdays of the week i can colour
GravitasNegative nine point eightMeters per second squaredI hate that I can onlyBe in the airMomentarilyWhen my head's flying away from meI can see colourful fake futures andI can't follow them anywhereI have to do almost everything I canTo make my head obey the same laws as my legsMy psyche doesn't understand the gravitasThat's keeping these things the way they areNegative nine point eightMeters per second squaredI hate that I can only Be in the airMomentarilyWhen my head's flying away from meIt sees beautiful thingsBut they're not bound by gravity
Worst Case ScenarioThis is where it falls apartThat "since and because" wasThe hinge on my heartOh ohShaking like I'm gonna throw upIt's just as well it may do me some goodOh oh6am was supposed to be easyEat my breakfast enjoy my peace Status updateA slap in the face for a stupid—It's not his faultIt's all your faultFor your foolish longingnessWelcome to your fuckingWorst case scenarioHave fun crying insideSince nobody knows at all(Go fall apart in silence)How's it like meetingYour worst case scenario(Oh come on don't cry now)Have fun picking up the piecesOf your psyche from the floorYour heart's unhinged that's what crying was made forDidn't you want some kind of closureNo I just want him and that's all