The way you held me. And when you looked at me in your arms, you didn't scrunch away from my body but would press deeply into me.
I would be safe and loved always with you..
The way you smelled of home and the way that I tasted you.
I remember that you were mean..and so kind.
I tend to forget how mean it was.
I tend to remember how great it was.
I remember that you were mean..and so kind.
I tend to forget how mean it was.
I tend to remember how great it was.
I don't know if it was. It was all that it was.
And I remember that you are worth fighting for and with
And I remember that you are worth fighting for and with
and also forgetting, and that you were all in my mind... never really anyone to find.
Empty and fake if I must rewind.
Truth has no sympathy for me, in the past all broken.
In the future she is a siren, an empty beacon of light not worth finding.
But now she is a radiant gem of light. Blinding me and real and true and inescapable.
But lost now and again. In my own hearts ache
Empty and fake if I must rewind.
Truth has no sympathy for me, in the past all broken.
In the future she is a siren, an empty beacon of light not worth finding.
But now she is a radiant gem of light. Blinding me and real and true and inescapable.
But lost now and again. In my own hearts ache
We take a break from being
Anything of any relation or common ground
We take a break from the two headed monster
And I am a monster
Alone.
You can say that everything happens for a reason but
Nothing happens for a reason too.
