you used to make me feel like i was in flight;
above the clouds, with the breeze in my hair,
and no one around so i could actually be myself for once
nowadays, when i see you,
it make me feel like i’ve fallen down a flight of stairs;
all tangled up inside
and broken in all the wrong places
sometimes, i wish i could forget you
but then i remember i’ve avoided a lot of train wrecks
because of our atom bomb
we were the first of mine, you know,
the first to make me commit as big a mistake
as the ******* manhattan project
you ******* me up more than you can imagine
i lay waste for months, with no sign of human life,
or, life of my own, at least
i threw myself into the care of plants and cats
and writing love songs with terrible lyrics
telling tales of people who weren’t us;
of people who never fought.
of people would never leave the stove on
because something more exciting
was going on in life outside
i used to feel like i was always close to you,
to the world, to a bigger idea,
but now, when i think of you, i feel like
the bigger things are ominously closing in on me
closer, closer, too close, crushingly,
and you were always so physical
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
you used to make me feel like i was in flight;
above the clouds, with the breeze in my hair,
and no one around so i could actually be myself for once
nowadays, when i see you,
it make me feel like i’ve fallen down a flight of stairs;
all tangled up inside
and broken in all the wrong places
sometimes, i wish i could forget you
but then i remember i’ve avoided a lot of train wrecks
because of our atom bomb
we were the first of mine, you know,
the first to make me commit as big a mistake
as the ******* manhattan project
you ******* me up more than you can imagine
i lay waste for months, with no sign of human life,
or, life of my own, at least
i threw myself into the care of plants and cats
and writing love songs with terrible lyrics
telling tales of people who weren’t us;
of people who never fought.
of people would never leave the stove on
because something more exciting
was going on in life outside
i used to feel like i was always close to you,
to the world, to a bigger idea,
but now, when i think of you, i feel like
the bigger things are ominously closing in on me
closer, closer, too close, crushingly,
and you were always so physical
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