Drunk sex,
sober regrets,
all mixed in a misleading context.
You can take my hand at night and deny my kiss in the daylight, so what does that mean to me?
For living in the moment, I gotta pay that bittersweet price of feeling euphoria;
always wanted, yet least expected when greeted.
I cant figure out your mind when the Sun is out and we're driving around town.
Keeping it G is a hard task as I catch you smiling at me with half effort to hide the act;
stuck in the scene, thinking about things that will never be.
"Its going to happen if its meant to be." What neophyte mortal uttered such a lie?
If I believed in that, then destiny and changing fate are the only options for me, so should I chase a dream or never go to sleep? This cognitive dissonance isn't healthy.
I came back for you, and I never even made the promise to do it.
A little more than a little bit....thats how much I want you.
Try another target....thats what I should be doing, but I wasnt ever really one for rules.
Later Days
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