Un accro* late night bouts of creativity vs. my manic imagination I was God and these are the details I was lost in
Folie à deux It's kind of a funny story how I got here how she got here how we all got here Everyone was in this with a shared diagnosis pre-hospital cakewalks of shredded lunacy
Je t'adore Her neck was marked with covered up innocence Saying she just wants to adore or be adored between her sighs She just wants the words choked out of her to roll her tongue
La Petite Mort Telepathic whispers vibrating through auras forcefields of imagination the dividing line between aware and fantasy Manipulative mindfucks provoking destructive tendencies
This is what brought me here. This is where it ends This is where I begin *C'est la vie
translations: Je ne sais quoi= I Don't know what Un accro = An addict Folie à deux = madness shared by two Je t'adore = I adore you La Petite Mort = The little death C'est la vie = Such is life