it feels worse to drink this feeling down because you tasted so good mixed with gin and the wasted words on my tongue.
so i tried cigarettes, hoping that i’d breathe you out of my lungs with nicotine and smoke held tight for too long but no, all i have now is a headache and a dry mouth.
i tried to **** you out of my system with what’s his name from what’s his place and maybe for 10 small seconds, part of you was sweated out on my skin but when i laid back down i saw your face in the cracked ceilings.
so i went outside and i found a park
and i laid down there, face to the ground.
i thought if my eyes shut tight enough i wouldn’t see your shape in the sky and i thought if my music was turned up loud enough that i wouldn’t hear your footsteps as i asked myself to ask you to stay.
but i feel your hands in the breeze and how am i supposed to move past you when i can taste you in the air when i breathe?
so, my brightest star, how do you feel now?
do you feel as if you may now find what you want?
because i told you there was better and i told you there was more but i never thought you’d take your things to try and find it and all i could do was watch you go.
and maybe it’s just me and maybe i am the only one who remembers being content in small spaces,
but i said i’d love you through the lake of fire so how’s the weather in heaven? ‘cause i’m burning up in here.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
it feels worse to drink this feeling down because you tasted so good mixed with gin and the wasted words on my tongue.
so i tried cigarettes, hoping that i’d breathe you out of my lungs with nicotine and smoke held tight for too long but no, all i have now is a headache and a dry mouth.
i tried to **** you out of my system with what’s his name from what’s his place and maybe for 10 small seconds, part of you was sweated out on my skin but when i laid back down i saw your face in the cracked ceilings.
so i went outside and i found a park
and i laid down there, face to the ground.
i thought if my eyes shut tight enough i wouldn’t see your shape in the sky and i thought if my music was turned up loud enough that i wouldn’t hear your footsteps as i asked myself to ask you to stay.
but i feel your hands in the breeze and how am i supposed to move past you when i can taste you in the air when i breathe?
so, my brightest star, how do you feel now?
do you feel as if you may now find what you want?
because i told you there was better and i told you there was more but i never thought you’d take your things to try and find it and all i could do was watch you go.
and maybe it’s just me and maybe i am the only one who remembers being content in small spaces,
but i said i’d love you through the lake of fire so how’s the weather in heaven? ‘cause i’m burning up in here.
