i feel displaced
find me.
surely you'll stay?
i take pictures of the mistakes i've made.
it makes me smile in my sleep, knowing you're still following me.
and I am falling
i can taste the darkness
and almost feel the strength of the shadows
but right before they burned the banknotes and jumped from the balcony,
i realised they were fakes and i opened the door to hell
(to let them through / to let you return / to see the fire)
in history,
it was overglorified,
it was said.
this is tension in disguise.
you haven't even lived.
why would he say pretty?
mix my words together and you might find the truth.
shuffle dance ignore ignite.
if you assume they're believers,
where does that leave me?
i think I AM GOING INSANE.
you defied society by succumbing to it.
I AM GOING INSANE.
i draw lovehearts in my spare time.
its the vaguest i can be without getting too specific.
I AM GOING INSANE.
i love you a gazillion times over.
and i would write it in red crayon on your wall any day.