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what is in my head
i dont miss you, do i?
i cant thats not fair
Under the sky
After the day
As the wind gentle blows away any trace.
Bare and exposed
Not a care to give
Laughin and talkin
Just lovin to live.
Only here and only now
We escape the world,
The gossip, the crowd.
Taboo it might be
How we're playin out
I wish I didn't care
I wish I could shout.
**** real life
**** the paradigm
Lets just stay here
In our own paradise.
July of 2012.
Major change of pace. Hello new love.
What do you do when nothing goes wrong?
Yet the past is all thats still goin strong.
When theres nothin to talk about, nothin to say.
Nothin after the hello, hi there, how was your day.

What do you do when a love has run its course?
But theres not a lot of sadness, or much remorse.
When you've used it all up in the past life to come.
The false alarms before hurt so much more.

Do you keep fighting,
Do you give up,
When the will to love just isn't enough?

What do you do when it all just stops?
No warnings of such, it just drops off.
When perfect doesn't work...
Hell.
It never worked.
Now you're all too aware of the doubt that so patiently lurked.

Don't mourn a death.
Celebrate a life.
A first love gone cold.
But not a goodbye.
Feb. of 2012
Mang things about me just don't make sense.
Everything always happens in the past tense.
I like flea markets, don't like fleas.
I don't like you's but when you're with me's.
When you've got a love like the Moon and the Sun
You can't be really apart, you can't truly be one.
Things take up my day til I can have your night.
And this will only change if your birdies learn to fight.

When home sweet home means a mess of confusion,
And all the thinking gives you a contusion
Just lift up your pinkie and take a sip.
Cause dreams taste nice and lifes a trip.

I love chocolate but can't eat sweets.
I like flea markets,
Do not like fleas.
Feb. of 2012.
Convince me to spend the day.
Ask me to stay the night.
I jumped into your net without a fight.

Baby, you lured me right up to the boat.
So I stayed a while.
A little fishy in a shark tank.
But this little fishy ain't seen no sharks.
All she saw was another little fishy.
A handsome little fishy.
A handsome little fishy the with skies in his eyes.

But then I had to go home, back on to my life.
Paradise just ain't no place for a fishy.

Thats when I found out.
I wasn't a lover. I was supper.
Dinner and desert.

He done chewed my soul.
Pretty old. May of 2011.

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