Transition//

Marlboro reds and spearmint,

some sort of cologne?

Had his arm around me,

why’d I feel so alone?

I think it’s you, I’m thinking about you

And you are the context,

the fabric of all that I do,

of what I think,

of who I am,

the very core of me.

And I keep breaking the rules,

over and over,

in the absence of you,

for you,

you.

And do you want me now?

You seem to want me now.

Now that I’m close enough,

to touch

Will you touch me now?

want to touch me now?

but I don’t know if I’m the same,

I think I’m quite different now.

I don’t recall,

where and why I began.

And now that you’re finally ready,

I don’t know if I am.

 

 

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Release 

Music, 

Strange, yes.

No one is as important

I’m a bad person 

In a glass box 

No one understands

All surface eyes 

Hurt ma again 

I always do 

Hurt anyone that’s real 

Hurt anyone that tries to help 

Maybe I don’t want it

Maybe I wanna sink 

Lower 

And lower 

Destined for this I think 

Sadness fits like a glove 

Fearful 

Of what I’m missing 

Because it’s always something 

This or that 

Religion or pleasure 

Familiarity or the pursuit of new 

Of mystery 

Of goodness or greatness 

Of pleasing or being pleased 

Searching for the balance 

Is killing me 

I dont know where it is 

Equilibrium 

If it exists

No one understands 

No air in this box 

Gotta smash it open myself 

Myself 

Gotta end up with shards of glass

 in my skin, 

My soul,

But I’ll be free