I look good in the background scenery,
It's just as sincere as the rest of this ********
This styrofoam party that I had to dig my claws into
Just to feel alive for a few hours,
Just to blow off steam.
I'm as lost as I could be in this dark room
Where we touch each other
To make sure we're still real.
Would anyone look at the light in my eyes?
I see great constellations,
While some random guy holds his stomach in pain.
It's only genuine if you believe it is,
And I'm not buying.
But this pretty girl by the fence caught my attention
And was afraid in that moment,
And so was I.
I ran to anywhere that would accept me
And I happened to blend in,
But I entered the dance floor with a full bladder, a migraine and thoughts of no anxiety to worry about.
Through miles of nighttime wind on the highway and secondary remarks that meant nothing,
I barely remember what you look like,
But I'm sure you once left me breathless.
The terribly natural position of making poor choices,
And missing people
Even the ones who don't exist.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
I look good in the background scenery,
It's just as sincere as the rest of this ********
This styrofoam party that I had to dig my claws into
Just to feel alive for a few hours,
Just to blow off steam.
I'm as lost as I could be in this dark room
Where we touch each other
To make sure we're still real.
Would anyone look at the light in my eyes?
I see great constellations,
While some random guy holds his stomach in pain.
It's only genuine if you believe it is,
And I'm not buying.
But this pretty girl by the fence caught my attention
And was afraid in that moment,
And so was I.
I ran to anywhere that would accept me
And I happened to blend in,
But I entered the dance floor with a full bladder, a migraine and thoughts of no anxiety to worry about.
Through miles of nighttime wind on the highway and secondary remarks that meant nothing,
I barely remember what you look like,
But I'm sure you once left me breathless.
The terribly natural position of making poor choices,
And missing people
Even the ones who don't exist.
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