Last night I slept next to her,
surely it was a blur,
I didn't even care what she meant,
she kept me safe without consent...
Well that was the night I slept next to Marilyn...
She was smiling all night long,
she wasn't happy but why was she smiling all along?
Coping with that inner sadness,
just like me with all of that madness...
Happiness is subjective, you can look happy and be rotting inside.
Drowning in her tears by morning,
I knew when she was gone... I'd be mourning.
Cause when she leaves,
she robs you like a million thieves.
Empty & alone, I realize it's only her visage keeping me company.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Last night I slept next to her,
surely it was a blur,
I didn't even care what she meant,
she kept me safe without consent...
Well that was the night I slept next to Marilyn...
She was smiling all night long,
she wasn't happy but why was she smiling all along?
Coping with that inner sadness,
just like me with all of that madness...
Happiness is subjective, you can look happy and be rotting inside.
Drowning in her tears by morning,
I knew when she was gone... I'd be mourning.
Cause when she leaves,
she robs you like a million thieves.
Empty & alone, I realize it's only her visage keeping me company.