more seeking and sinking,
more drugs and binge drinking
it's in a sweat, clawing search to find a pretty pretense.
I simply cannot evade getting lost in the mere cadence
of one with such pretty eyes.
Because we know it'll hurt - I face and bind my fate
I put my soul on show so you can freely desecrate
Because, who knows how long we have to keep going
the rapture is buzzing, ringing, and bringing
such a light white hazey dream filled clinging
to all the ways I've know to destroy and start again
to touch your soul and truly know you, to be kin
would satisfy such a deeper part.
But if anyone knows anything, it's that old habits die hard
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
more seeking and sinking,
more drugs and binge drinking
it's in a sweat, clawing search to find a pretty pretense.
I simply cannot evade getting lost in the mere cadence
of one with such pretty eyes.
Because we know it'll hurt - I face and bind my fate
I put my soul on show so you can freely desecrate
Because, who knows how long we have to keep going
the rapture is buzzing, ringing, and bringing
such a light white hazey dream filled clinging
to all the ways I've know to destroy and start again
to touch your soul and truly know you, to be kin
would satisfy such a deeper part.
But if anyone knows anything, it's that old habits die hard
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