Young, Wild and Free
There is no game and there is no compass
How I despise, another fall
Another diminishing glimmer in my eyes.
Brown cascading with Blue
Lips on lips,
Hips and Sips
I could like you but I don't know how.
For monogamy is a practice unknown to me
A language miles away, from where interconnectedness flies away
It's greatest fear is it's mastery, for a life lackluster at it's very seams.
Monogamy, a prized practice
Forever at its lips bidding adieu,
I would like you but I don't know how.
How do I dignify a surmise,
You're beyond deserving of more.
I like to smoke and I'm not sorry,
I like drinking until I can dance and I cannot forgive
I find my comfort in a glass of whiskey,
I find my charm breeds with corona.
You deserve more than a mickey,
You are my delicacy beyond this honey brown purity.
You should be dignified,
You should be invited to the ball and not the moshpit.
A million words and a million girls
So I cower in fear
Simmer in the millions of men
For every woman you see, there are a million men for me.
I cascade in this, I comfort in the crowd.
I find comfort in daydreams, ripping seams, lips
Distance is my mechanism,
Hope is abundance
I want nothing but your gaze,
But to save my soul with a simple graze,
I seek comfort in the crowd.
I'm lazy,
I've grown lazy with indecision,
A indecision that has bred on fear,
A crippling, cold, vindictive tar suffocating all reason.
Horror lulled me into laze, and now I await
I await a love that consumes me
But how may a love come to me when I stay begging
Begging by a bottle, holding comfort in the crowd.
I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd does not fulfil me.
The crowd is a youth, it is not a lifetime.
I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd cannot seek comfort in me.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
Young, Wild and Free
There is no game and there is no compass
How I despise, another fall
Another diminishing glimmer in my eyes.
Brown cascading with Blue
Lips on lips,
Hips and Sips
I could like you but I don't know how.
For monogamy is a practice unknown to me
A language miles away, from where interconnectedness flies away
It's greatest fear is it's mastery, for a life lackluster at it's very seams.
Monogamy, a prized practice
Forever at its lips bidding adieu,
I would like you but I don't know how.
How do I dignify a surmise,
You're beyond deserving of more.
I like to smoke and I'm not sorry,
I like drinking until I can dance and I cannot forgive
I find my comfort in a glass of whiskey,
I find my charm breeds with corona.
You deserve more than a mickey,
You are my delicacy beyond this honey brown purity.
You should be dignified,
You should be invited to the ball and not the moshpit.
A million words and a million girls
So I cower in fear
Simmer in the millions of men
For every woman you see, there are a million men for me.
I cascade in this, I comfort in the crowd.
I find comfort in daydreams, ripping seams, lips
Distance is my mechanism,
Hope is abundance
I want nothing but your gaze,
But to save my soul with a simple graze,
I seek comfort in the crowd.
I'm lazy,
I've grown lazy with indecision,
A indecision that has bred on fear,
A crippling, cold, vindictive tar suffocating all reason.
Horror lulled me into laze, and now I await
I await a love that consumes me
But how may a love come to me when I stay begging
Begging by a bottle, holding comfort in the crowd.
I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd does not fulfil me.
The crowd is a youth, it is not a lifetime.
I seek comfort in the crowd, but the crowd cannot seek comfort in me.
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