The Basketball Diaries
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries,
went to a rooftop cinema in Budapest,
there I met two beautiful girls,
they brought me up to the VIP,
fed me drinks and helped me feel again,
it was a bit surreal,
on that rooftop,
watching Leo on the big screen,
it’s always surreal seeing someone on screen that I’ve actually met,
Leo’s a cool guy,
trying to save the world even though it all seems hopeless,
anyways there I was watching Leonardo DiCaprio,
play the starring role of a strung out poet,
the parallels are there,
but my addiction is not ******
yes I’m strung out,
but my drug of choice is women friends,
so when the two girls in the VIP,
got closer and closer to me,
I feel deeper and deeper in love,
because I love unconditionally without apologies,
we went back to my place,
I put some videos on my projector screen,
I almost had *** with one of them,
the one I though would be my girlfriend,
her friend interrupted,
girl interrupted,
boy interrupted,
she said she wanted a guy to have *** with too,
so we went back out,
albeit reluctantly,
to a cliche club with a bunch of tourist,
so my girl’s friend could get some exotic ****
it was then I realized,
as the two danced together,
trying to lure in a man,
just to get him inside of them,
that humanity is truly lost,
and apart of me died,
right there on that dance floor,
I felt the club,
see,
I don’t want to find a girl to just fck at night,
I don’t want a dawn goodbye,
I want mimosas with my lover at brunch the next day,
I guess I’m too much of a romantic,
that’s what I get for being a poet,
feeling strung out like Leo,
just searching for another fix,
just chasing that first high,
that first real love,
but all I find out here these days,
is ******* and hoes that are counterfeit,
fck it,
I’m so done,
maybe I should become a monk,
my life is too blessed,
to mess with these girls that couldn’t care less,
I miss,
humanity,
and I watch it sparkle and fade,
as I add another piece of me to this charade,
a piece of me died on that dance floor,
and I probably deserved the pain that brought,
and call me naive or whatever,
but I still feel that not all hope is lost,
see,
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
The Basketball Diaries
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries,
went to a rooftop cinema in Budapest,
there I met two beautiful girls,
they brought me up to the VIP,
fed me drinks and helped me feel again,
it was a bit surreal,
on that rooftop,
watching Leo on the big screen,
it’s always surreal seeing someone on screen that I’ve actually met,
Leo’s a cool guy,
trying to save the world even though it all seems hopeless,
anyways there I was watching Leonardo DiCaprio,
play the starring role of a strung out poet,
the parallels are there,
but my addiction is not ******
yes I’m strung out,
but my drug of choice is women friends,
so when the two girls in the VIP,
got closer and closer to me,
I feel deeper and deeper in love,
because I love unconditionally without apologies,
we went back to my place,
I put some videos on my projector screen,
I almost had *** with one of them,
the one I though would be my girlfriend,
her friend interrupted,
girl interrupted,
boy interrupted,
she said she wanted a guy to have *** with too,
so we went back out,
albeit reluctantly,
to a cliche club with a bunch of tourist,
so my girl’s friend could get some exotic ****
it was then I realized,
as the two danced together,
trying to lure in a man,
just to get him inside of them,
that humanity is truly lost,
and apart of me died,
right there on that dance floor,
I felt the club,
see,
I don’t want to find a girl to just fck at night,
I don’t want a dawn goodbye,
I want mimosas with my lover at brunch the next day,
I guess I’m too much of a romantic,
that’s what I get for being a poet,
feeling strung out like Leo,
just searching for another fix,
just chasing that first high,
that first real love,
but all I find out here these days,
is ******* and hoes that are counterfeit,
fck it,
I’m so done,
maybe I should become a monk,
my life is too blessed,
to mess with these girls that couldn’t care less,
I miss,
humanity,
and I watch it sparkle and fade,
as I add another piece of me to this charade,
a piece of me died on that dance floor,
and I probably deserved the pain that brought,
and call me naive or whatever,
but I still feel that not all hope is lost,
see,
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆