My current obsession.
I think I’m losing you but I will never regret choosing you ‘cause I am in love and for now that will be enough.
And the ones around me convince me that I was the only person who was dumb enough to believe that you and I had hope.
But now I know even after you began to let your emotions slow the reason I stood alone was because I was the only one who knew our love was never gonna let go.
Everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive, so gouge out my eyes, cause if this is reality then I guess I’m not alive cause I don’t know a life where I can’t make things right.
And when life teaches you to drive and you’ve finally say goodbye, and you won’t let me stand by your side, I’ll know that though feelings are hurt, none will have died, ‘cause I used to stay up at night and picture myself looking in your eyes and shouting as you would sigh: How dare you think you can fall asleep, with water dripping from the kitchen sink, how dare you think you can fall asleep, with all these little leaks in this home we built in our dreams.
A picture’s worth a thousand words or whatever people say to me, it’s hard to believe when your mind is lost in the need, and all you can picture is a memory inside of someone else’s sheets.
A prayer that nothing will keep, a hope that light will seek before the dark sinks too deep, or at least the sinking feeling inside of me will decrease when the release of perceived dreams burn in the flame of feeling free.
So, feel free to be free if that’s what you need.
And if some day you feel alone and everything caves in when you try to breathe, know that you’re not alone as far as I can see, because you were everything to me.
Through this I’ve realized that if I were God we would have all just died, because darling, you were mine and now I feel so dead inside and what good am I if all I can create is a projection of my own mind?
A dream of finding time to remind you that I’m still here, and I’m not fine and darling, if you’re going to leave, just remember who you are and do what you can to remember me.
Maybe someday we can talk about our past and we can talk about the weather, whenever you leave I don’t care what I’m remembered for, I just want to be remembered, because even if I’ve failed you, at least I tried.
And maybe our lives don’t add up now, but some day our graves will look the same when we both die.
And if I had a chance I’d give you one last kiss and I’d bite down on your lip and I’d try to puncture it so you’ll never forget that time that you’ll always regret.
And darling I know that sometimes life will take a turn for the worst and sometimes life will even hurt, and I know some days—some days you’re afraid of the lessons you’ll have to learn, and some days you’ll even feel burned and I want to let you to know I wanna love you through them, but I always get what I deserve.