I'm not really good at not killing things
Especially the things I love
You gave me a rose bush
And I, and I lit it on fire
That's what you call desire
I'm misguided
My soul trajectory is off
Just like cupid plays with arrows of love
Sometimes God messes up
We are all astray
In this cosmic chaos
But I still met you and try love, you
In my misguided way
I try to put that soul into every cigarette I smoke
Inhale, choke, definetly definetly go broke
Because you can try
But, but it is all rigged like carnival
We're the ones telling ourselves the lies
We are Adam and Eve
As far as knowledge
We are only seeds
You can be certain of nothing
and anything
Superposition
You are, you are the fiction
Those petals, I want them to burn like those lies in September, the end the Summer kind of heat, humid like rainshowers above head in your throat in your lonely lonely bed.
So I put the cigarette down in an ashtray in a mirror house
I am tiny
I have breathed most of my life out
In ways my reflection is changing
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
I'm not really good at not killing things
Especially the things I love
You gave me a rose bush
And I, and I lit it on fire
That's what you call desire
I'm misguided
My soul trajectory is off
Just like cupid plays with arrows of love
Sometimes God messes up
We are all astray
In this cosmic chaos
But I still met you and try love, you
In my misguided way
I try to put that soul into every cigarette I smoke
Inhale, choke, definetly definetly go broke
Because you can try
But, but it is all rigged like carnival
We're the ones telling ourselves the lies
We are Adam and Eve
As far as knowledge
We are only seeds
You can be certain of nothing
and anything
Superposition
You are, you are the fiction
Those petals, I want them to burn like those lies in September, the end the Summer kind of heat, humid like rainshowers above head in your throat in your lonely lonely bed.
So I put the cigarette down in an ashtray in a mirror house
I am tiny
I have breathed most of my life out
In ways my reflection is changing
"I guess we've seen what it's like now,
to be lovers.
To scream that we're nothing
without each other.''
Heart ache is so catchy. Unlike like the cat in your alley. Isn't it all about being relatable. Isn't that shallow and sad. That pain is what brings us the closest.
