The Intro:
Selfish musings condensed
To shorten the verbalizing
Of a suffering that is
Drawn out and contemporary
The End:
Beautiful boy, dangerous look
Dirty knife held to his throat
Words equally as sharp said
Mistakenly severing umbilical cord
Me awoken in a bed
Swollen eyes were required to see
Souls were crashing simultaneously
The Beginning:
Drunken, shy, yada yada yada
Cuddle party commenced and hence
A fuzzy line crossed frequently
Shallow hearts broken but intrigued
Testing waters, seeing signs
But overall amazed at finally
Seeing my ability to love
The Prior:
Wishy washy jaded expeditions
Self-righteously containing my care
Withholding everything mine
Every time they fell in deep
I became bored once again
Every time things got serious
I ran and did not look back
The In-Between:
(P.O.V. = his)
POW! CUNT BITCH WHORE
FUCKING FUCK YOU
YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER SLUT
I’m just trying to open up to you
I’m just trying to tell you how I feel
What are you doing now?
And now? And now?
Why aren’t you answering me?
YOU FOUND SOMEONE ELSE!
I THOUHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT
You’re going to leave me aren’t you?
I’m so sorry, I have a demon in me
I KNOW I DON’T HAVE A DEMON IN ME
I’m so sorry cacao nib, I’m so sorry
I didn’t mean what I said, it wasn’t really me
You’re the “one”, you’re everything I could want
There’s no one else for me
YOU’LL NEVER FIND ANYONE WHO LOVES YOU LIKE ME
YOU’RE JUST GOING TO BE ANOTHER WHORE NOW THAT I TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY
You’re the only one I want, I don’t want any other girl
I just don’t want you to hang out with guys, you don’t understand them
I trust you, I just don’t trust them
I trust you, I just don’t trust them
You don’t understand
It’s not you I don’t trust….
(MY INSECURITIES REGARDING MY ABILITY TO PLEASURE YOU IS BEING TRANSLATED INTO ME DEGRADING YOU FOR MASTURBATING)
THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL
THE ONLY REASON I DIDN’T DO IT IS CAUSE THERE’S FISH GUTS ON THE KNIFE
The In-Between:
(P.O.V. = mine)
Blinded by societies chants that
Real love should overcome everything
Finally facing my innocence
Being beaten repeatedly
Falling in love, for the first and only time
Only to be torn into little pieces
Knowing it wasn’t okay
But kicking logic to the curb
Along with my dignity and self-respect
Our demise was inevitable
The End-End:
Change my number
See a counselor
Read abusive relationship books
Bon-fire
Go to Washington
The Now:
Living in a trailer with two kids
And a crazy alcoholic girl
He’s just a child himself and he’s
Fucking with everyone’s heads
Possibility of being miserable at an all-time high
He’s digging his grave
And wouldn’t have it any other way
Bouncing thoughts
Finding love in dirty corners
And going through the motions like clockwork
Hate, anger, compassion, regret
Miserable some days, ecstatic the next
Broken hearted, healing
What else is there to say?
Selfish musings condensed
To shorten the verbalizing
Of a suffering that is
Drawn out and contemporary
The End:
Beautiful boy, dangerous look
Dirty knife held to his throat
Words equally as sharp said
Mistakenly severing umbilical cord
Me awoken in a bed
Swollen eyes were required to see
Souls were crashing simultaneously
The Beginning:
Drunken, shy, yada yada yada
Cuddle party commenced and hence
A fuzzy line crossed frequently
Shallow hearts broken but intrigued
Testing waters, seeing signs
But overall amazed at finally
Seeing my ability to love
The Prior:
Wishy washy jaded expeditions
Self-righteously containing my care
Withholding everything mine
Every time they fell in deep
I became bored once again
Every time things got serious
I ran and did not look back
The In-Between:
(P.O.V. = his)
POW! CUNT BITCH WHORE
FUCKING FUCK YOU
YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER SLUT
I’m just trying to open up to you
I’m just trying to tell you how I feel
What are you doing now?
And now? And now?
Why aren’t you answering me?
YOU FOUND SOMEONE ELSE!
I THOUHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT
You’re going to leave me aren’t you?
I’m so sorry, I have a demon in me
I KNOW I DON’T HAVE A DEMON IN ME
I’m so sorry cacao nib, I’m so sorry
I didn’t mean what I said, it wasn’t really me
You’re the “one”, you’re everything I could want
There’s no one else for me
YOU’LL NEVER FIND ANYONE WHO LOVES YOU LIKE ME
YOU’RE JUST GOING TO BE ANOTHER WHORE NOW THAT I TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY
You’re the only one I want, I don’t want any other girl
I just don’t want you to hang out with guys, you don’t understand them
I trust you, I just don’t trust them
I trust you, I just don’t trust them
You don’t understand
It’s not you I don’t trust….
(MY INSECURITIES REGARDING MY ABILITY TO PLEASURE YOU IS BEING TRANSLATED INTO ME DEGRADING YOU FOR MASTURBATING)
THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL
THE ONLY REASON I DIDN’T DO IT IS CAUSE THERE’S FISH GUTS ON THE KNIFE
The In-Between:
(P.O.V. = mine)
Blinded by societies chants that
Real love should overcome everything
Finally facing my innocence
Being beaten repeatedly
Falling in love, for the first and only time
Only to be torn into little pieces
Knowing it wasn’t okay
But kicking logic to the curb
Along with my dignity and self-respect
Our demise was inevitable
The End-End:
Change my number
See a counselor
Read abusive relationship books
Bon-fire
Go to Washington
The Now:
Living in a trailer with two kids
And a crazy alcoholic girl
He’s just a child himself and he’s
Fucking with everyone’s heads
Possibility of being miserable at an all-time high
He’s digging his grave
And wouldn’t have it any other way
Bouncing thoughts
Finding love in dirty corners
And going through the motions like clockwork
Hate, anger, compassion, regret
Miserable some days, ecstatic the next
Broken hearted, healing
What else is there to say?