But thin air upon your veins, believing in what isn't there,
absence everywhere.
i'm not lonely, but i'd love some company.
hermit bound introvert impulsive quixotic intuitive idealist,
a realistic cynic
it's not quite so simple
is it?
the substance of lust altering
an easily adaptive mindset.
if you're much older (than you're willing to admit)
use them for reassurance.
you don't need friends, release the cry's for relative human beings
to the quick, i feel sick
i've lost my willingness to be apart of it.