Two ways to lose your head:
in joy, or in pain
Being the feverish, cheeky fool,
or indulge in
self-destructive moods!
You think it's about deep or shallow.
You are at your most profound,
when you smile wide
I know what I choose.
I don't mind madness anymore.
I mind meaningless ache.
But if I have to accept or reject,
I know what I do.
I choose midnight long talks
and a million kisses and a million hugs
I choose being too high without drugs...
I choose feeling frequencies, I choose lush
I choose losing my mind, to find me back
To be nuts till the end,
but squeezing the fruit
to lick its juice
instead of blades.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
Two ways to lose your head:
in joy, or in pain
Being the feverish, cheeky fool,
or indulge in
self-destructive moods!
You think it's about deep or shallow.
You are at your most profound,
when you smile wide
I know what I choose.
I don't mind madness anymore.
I mind meaningless ache.
But if I have to accept or reject,
I know what I do.
I choose midnight long talks
and a million kisses and a million hugs
I choose being too high without drugs...
I choose feeling frequencies, I choose lush
I choose losing my mind, to find me back
To be nuts till the end,
but squeezing the fruit
to lick its juice
instead of blades.
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