Lying in My BedI only have a minute but I'll give you a lifetime if you promise to make it shortYou claim to see things 20x20 but your pictures are starting to distortSo you ask me if I have time to calculate just where you went rightAnd as your pendulum drops I pray you'd let me out of your insightI'd prefer to drown in the alcohol produced by this Near-Beer canCompared to the alternative; watching you become yet another fanDon't get me misconstrued; I'm an attention whore with an addiction to neglectBut the safety that comes with being in your arms, doesn't even begin to get me erectForgive me I'm just
The Misconception of MeIt shouldn't matter that your skin blankets another. This glow inside should still shine without your radiance.I shouldn't feel ecstatically homicidal over your declaration of infatuation, just because the center of attention isn't a mirror announcing me as the fairest.But did you know that the inspiration of my life story is a muscle that beats in a chest I wish my head could lay on?Resistance has proven to be futile and the withdrawal has left me with no taste in my mouth.Still I retreat to shelter with a man that sold the world all so he could be apart of me hanging the moon. And all of it was was