You come around and make me feel like no other. You leave and won’t be heard from for weeks. Everyone else seems to see the true side of you, but I just don’t wanna see. Blindness has never made me feel such vanity. Everytime I turn my back, I end up coming back to the same place, starting all over again. Crossroads have never made me feel so at home. I come around to make you forget. I leave only to be struck down again.
There’s just something about this little feeling inside of me.
It seems to want to take over and grab ahold of everything.
Shut your mouth and I’ll do the rest.
Close the door and only two will know what it takes to sitr up some extortion.
Each little precious button will soon be lost and never to be seen again.
Don’t worry about it now, we’ve already gone too far to take it back.
But who cares, this feeling is going to come out sooner or later.
Without stuttering for a second we will
Swiftly remove articles of our minds and angelic words.
No one ever said having this much fun would be simple.
She finds herself lying in a place that seems so nameless even though it should be habitual by now.
Looking out past the trees trying to remember how she got there, she finds herself in the arms of another that cannot seem to let go.
Appearing flawless, and secretly hiding her self erradiction through devious looks and blank eyes, the words spoken are hardly clean.
But it would be so hopless to believe that anything will ever be quite as pristine as before.
Her actions will have stained this whole place, and this place will have captured her sincere candor.
The closest thing she has ever felt to a shelter and it will defile the best of her.