"To either remedy the past and or obviously to relive the horrifying effects of falling"
Girl, this game, you played your part
And my weekends, torn apart
I know i want you. I know you want me

It's pattently obvious that when we lock eyes
i fall for the dragging voids in those gazes
And how they slowly set me back in time
Aluring the previous indistinguishable phrase

"To either remedy the past blablabla"

Yet, the ominous thunder i vaguely see for the storm, is the exact feeling of novelty taken from memories i don't expect to come from the constant disappearance and fading footsteps as we crosspath, and just slowly panning our sights away from each other. Walking away towards our preordained plans and destinations.

"To either remedy the past blablabla" now i'm ready to fall again

I know you want me
I know i want you

I know what you see in me
And i know how to devise something
And you know how i like you to deceive me
We will tarnish
The vanishing confidence that stays stationary at our point of interest tightly wraps us around our neck, making us gasping for answer or maybe in stark just to ask something in prolongation for dilatation.
It's a cliche when i'm talking about time and space dilatation, but elation sprouts when i see your eyes dilate, knowing you're also played and your tide rushes in. You get high for the ominous curiosity that endearingly suspends you upsidedown, getting most of your bloods flow to your head. Now your face is red, blushing. And i'm the lush that is so ready to bite that lip of yours or just graze my fingers upon your face, than your lips, the back of your neck. Then i carefully pull you towards me. Carressing your wall until it crumbles, then i will stack the bricks again to make sure that i'm inside that wall now.

Who's in control? We're both creatures compiled by a little bit of pride, so without further ado, "playing hard to get" will commence.

I know that you're a bit jealous of whom i'm with now, but you should also know that i'm jealous if you find somebody else. Let alone that, i'm jealous even when you talk to somebody else.

I thirst, for another drop from that liquor store
Just to forget you
And i know, that i lust for the dose of your touch on me
Please don't forget me
But i know, your quench of us is temporary
Deep down, it's burried

everything needs to be streamlined
but at this point i just need one eluding
grapevine
tho the moral sits in thin line
i just need to hear your voice on the line
i can keep the grind
mind me not, how was i to know
that my time binds

and my grimes, bounded
what comes up must come down
but what am i on?
a substance to turn me on?
or substansial run to denounce
that i’m dethroned; my childhood in rone
when my dream is in rome
who said i can’t be crowned
just need to kickback on my payment
cause next time i’m gon’ spot y’all on
these bills will turn to bliss
i will get through this
pull through this
not gon be pulled apart in tears

I think, you should've been a could've been.
Urgh!

Photos that recall me back to you, deleted.
Urgh!

Finding your hair near my bed, swept underneath.
Urgh!

Well well,
I wish you well cause you tossed your coin in a wishing well, weird.
Urgh!

Look who we have here

You frog in the well, keep dishing yourself some dirt!
Urgh!

Im tired.
Im tired of making the same mistakes over and over again.
Im tired.
Im tired of wanting to achieve my dream without doing any causes.
Im tired.

When i try to make a change,
i don’t know which one; either my mind, my heart, my guts, my soul(?)
will stop me from doing what’s best.
But i know my mind keeps telling me to change,
so i know he’s not the perpetrator.

So which one is the suspect?
Or maybe all of the rest are plotting against me.
Or am i trying to convict someone else in my life for my misbehaves
because i totally understand
there’s no one that i can point my finger on.
So i created all these illusions — disillusioned as it sounds —
just to set me free
from all the burden
of not doing my responsibilities right.

Posed and felt well
Hose and water fell
Breaking bells
Cause i hate the tone that it tells
Like witch if she's hitting on Gretel

Feels like the world should be read in brails
I fall and i fail so everyone can feel well
I vow and leave trails so that no one can be letf behind
Entrailed and bewildered are the sentence in thosw words themselves
I don't know what im saying so please don't take my words for granted
Painted panted breath
Is how my words describe my wolrd

i can be happy with series
of books; comics, novels, etc.
i can be happy sipping a drink with an SO
i love her like XO

when the world can only gives me KO
READ IT BACKWARDS IT’S still an OK
for my sake, it's a piece of cake
and my hot takes are the thing that breaks...
me

do you wanna cry ill will
unlike roomie and her skills
my homie won't let me get killed
and i considered this place a homie
feels *****
like morning dew and honey
a rapture sobbing party