Every morning when I hide my untie Turn on a podcast out the door And stumble through the cold In my secretly Italian coat I leave with coffee Hot poured with opinions over sleep And my inner child switches on the N64 Pours hinself some chocolate milk And gloats Holding his eternal freedom over me
Kids will be kids. Even your inner child. #skipwork
Run through expensive hotels Just to come home, play Mario Kart in our underwear A high-stake love, we burn like fire and cry like monsoons Holiday flashes become traditions, Movements of our hands and our arms keep the peace The making of our love sneaky and frequent.
Ask you to run away with me into the moonlight To never be seen again Messy wild and barely free Eighteen with too many cares and too many scars to hold alone So let's hold them together You can't heal my wounds But you help relieve the pain
Four hands and two hearts ache for one another Let's build a fort under your desk Stay there till the morning light. Movies I can't help to sleep through Making out through every *** scene l'll spoon you, kiss your bare back Hold you tighter than
Drive until there's no more road, Hands on knees light in the rearview mirror driving in lingerie just for the ******* risk
Showers shared soothe the soul so hold me close and dear Wash my hair and I'll wash yours. The spot in my back that only you can reach. Feel your heart beat through your chest Your wet hair slicked back Piercing blue eyes that melt me like wax and a flame you are my flame.
We're messy and wild and inconsistent and angry and loving and full of so much. Keep me safe and ill keep you wild Until you return, my dear.
I've seen criminals act heroic, Heroes walk as thieves, Humans must be at a steady downfall Because all I see are leaves Tarzan stood half monkey, half man Until he let all those apes escape Now he's running with Specter in this primate land. I play mario in a tanooki suit, as a statue would stand Sure he could take on a world of weight, But I still miss the days he wore a cape. See because you only get one master ball to capture, Still unable to catch a politician who isn't a lying *******. I am backed by deep words quoted by Mewtwo Even in minds they create from scratch, they won't believe you.
The heartless can swallow your heart whole Leaving your shell cold, walking as a nobody Created as a somebody glitched through the system like Xion When no one remembers your soul what planet would you be on Fighting for a right like Seifer versus Leon. I am looking at a world frozen like Shiva's diamond dust With Eve pumping through my veins, Getting stronger, selling all the Adam in my clutch.
You will never find me, how I look no one knows I'm a master of disguise with a Poppit full of clothes I'm storing all that I know in my roots Collecting memories like wumpa and paopu fruits Stealing loot from crooks like Captain Hook As time tick-tocks, in time we are all late So follow the white rabbit, this red pill won't wait.
They say depression is a flaw in chemicals Not character But this character just wants out of the game.
I feel like Pac-Man sometimes, Repetitively swallowing antidepressants Whilst being chased by the ghosts of my past.
I'm slow dancing with space invaders - A two-step, one step wrong And game over.
I'm sick of being told My happiness is in another castle - Tell the psychiatrist the mushrooms aren't working - I've been running into gumbas on purpose, Used up too many 1ups, Next time there won't be an option To revive.
I'm so bad at this game called life - I don't think I'll ever see The credits rolling, the "Congratulations you've won the game" And a part of me Doesn't want to either.
I should waste more time revising. I feel as though it may benefit me; may I extrapolate the fact I stated waste more time, not spend. I could use that time practicing songs on my bass or beating Mario’s *** on the GameCube. I feel mediocre but that’s okay because I AM mediocre; and a sell-out. I should make that point clear. I smoke; not like a chimney, it depends on if I feel like combusting into a cloud of tobacco ash. I would happily crementate my being. I would happily get hit by a car and become the road ****. I would happily fall from a concrete building into a six foot deep cavern. Passive suicidal thoughts at eight in the mourning; just like coffee but it doesn’t make you need to ****. Just those bitter moments you need to get your day started on the wrong side of the bed.
Excuse my spellings of combusting and crementate...both mean to burn in some way or another... This was the only time i stressed about exams and i never really stresses. im glad its over. i do smoke a lot more now.