
I remember when I lost my mind, it was honestly a great time (Crazy)
Stoned and alone (empty but plenty)
A place i get to know
Writers block (a cornered hawk)
Something holding a key to this hidden lock
Staying up at night to ask the moon who hung you?
I lost a part, she’s somewhere in the dark
I’ll dance under the sun of infinite time
(Still longing for one less goodbye)
Here I lay but it’s not here that I will stay
Gripping on to yesterday nights
When I was held so tight
A soft kiss on cold hair pressed in so light
He whispers in my ear and I’ll repeat it a million times
Finally feeling
Sky blue eyes downpour rhythm and rain
I’ll dance in the showers hoping they’ll grow some flowers
Shaken out of this comfortably numb state
Green and black… take me back
Gone with the wind, southern cal is where I’ve been
Bending the future
Floating with thoughts
Flirting with the new
The last shadow of the night
Diseased love
Too manny
One nights
I remember the frights
There’s beauty in the last breath before the break of the sun(rise)
And the last star you see before you fall to sleep
Not all yours, But not all me (let me first do my chores)
Isn’t it a drag
Talking about dreams that could never be
Goodnight and goodbye
Good morning and I’ll see you sometime
Repeat and rewind to go back into time
Press play to forget the day
Back to black and a matter of fact I don’t think I ever left
I guess I’m alone (again) back in this dream state
My mind that’s a playpen
Brittle (bitter) to the bone
I prefer the fast track
Jumping to conclusions before I take a step back
His daze was really just glazed
Sweet dreams to the lonesome me
Absent minded lullabies
The screams, the cries
And you know that I hate that I love him
It hurts to see right through someone but still fall for them. I’m too smart for this, I literally hear myself screaming to stop, but I can’t. Now I know how you feel, to love a man who passionately loves but disgracefully washes you away. I know what it feels like to get that halfway response that is just enough to keep you around. I wish I could tell you I hated the way he loved me, but we all know that would be a lie. I fell for that forehead kiss. As much as I tried to keep my fingers at 5, they somehow became intertwined. The glance of infatuation hooked me.
