I know you, I have dreamt of your whim
The promises you make for someone like him
Or her
She will teach me la vie en rose
He will gift me memories, too many untold
I cling too long and hard for days
And weeks upon months to years gone away

I know you, I remember your type
You broke my bed and made me mine
You were stabbed in the back once or twice
But now you breathe fine in a world on decline
I reach for him, “dear will you be mine”
Or dare I say I have crossed the line

I knew you, I am bored with this dance
You step too soon and squeeze my hands
The people in the room gasp and glance
“She’s not happy, she must be entranced”
I wish to be free to collect in advance
But nothing is free in a life of romance

The sun lit up the leaves like they were on fire

I'm a sick man to your intricate ways,
Feigning for what's not there yet getting high for days

I break my neck stretching to see what you might see
To perceive what you receive
Understand what's more than me

**** how'd I manage this
Wrapped up in someone who's oblivious
To what I think inside their bed
All these thoughts cramming inside my head

So i need to breath
Take a hit, it's all I need
To fit into conformity
That is what you have made for me
Lying to rest in peace.

i’m hatin that you made me into what you hated in you
you made me go half crazy, jaw breaking, anticipating for you
we ain’t even datin yet you are waiting to see this through
who are you
no really, i don’t think you have the slightest clue

Where did you go to end up like this,
pent up aggressiveness.
Didn’t think you’d mess with miss
independent yet possessiveness.
Your entire life is looking for a cause
Lost many battles but more of wars
Lost men, but casualties were ours
Tough frontline, deep trenches, faux pas
This social latter is too tall
They say you can see it waver and fall
From where I stand, you’ve already got it all
Or maybe you need some maxitrol
See clearer here or maybe it’s my eyes
I think you think and soon you’ll realize
Life is less than what you televise
It’s more than what you conceptualize
It’s not a game of chess or some balancing act
Life is finding yourself and keeping you intact
I enjoy it here, king to my back
Controlling pawn to what you lack

This need to prematurely make sense of everything is not "letting go."
So, I have blindfolded myself by which I do not know the color, but only the surprisingly smooth silk.
And with the same fabric I have tied my palms together, praying for grace above all else.

I wanted him in the bluntest of ways.
I wanted his lips with the sweet blunt taste.
I wanted him in the way words want to be read;
to the millionth degree
and not only inside my head.