When you feel your heart beat through your chest,
I can't possibly mean anything good.
Either you've consumed far too much
(Food, Alcohol, Opiates, Helium, Ecstasy)
Or you've dabbled too far in love.
I, myself, cannot feel the difference
I am balancing on the fencepost.
My mind wishes that I could be done
But my body aches for you the most.
There is a part of me that wishes
I never even met you at all
I cannot face reality, it melts
My heart is too weak for the withdrawal
Why do you continue to torment me?
Is there some mental trick you wish to play?
I try to occupy myself with other things
But I think about you every day.
I've seen the hard times come by
And I think I know enough
I'm ready to be done with you
I've fallen out of love.