Loving kisses, dubious consent Petting kittens, a bad haircut Running through the halls in the nude, these dreams can be lewd, Medicine is dead but the dreams, they continue to scare me, biting on my teeth, Wishing on a star for one more dreamless sleep.
A life spent together is too good to be true. Sleeping in the same bed, arguing over money, burning the Thanksgiving turkey to a crisp... It's never going to happen. I'm jobless and it's not even my fault. Click after click, nobody gives a shit. If I meet you in person, you'd block me like an ad. See, I have dreams just like those junkie wannabes. The only difference is I don't go out and have no fun. Love, love, I do it all for love, love for myself and my pre-op girlfriend. I would do anything for us to be one. They'll never make me loose my...
STAGE ONE Uh oh. I'm thinking those thoughts, I'm having those visions. I'm walking through the dark, on the edge of a sidewalk. The lights, they shine so bright and I wanna touch. I wanna feel them. Don't be a fool, this is the norm. You need to get away from all your problems.
STAGE TWO Jealous overriding my better judgement. The way I'm cursing them off for not understanding that I'm in pain. Atomic bombs explode within my soul. And like the fiery boom, I kill everyone that stands in my way.
Who Knew It Took Hurting You To See What I've Become?
Cigarettes made from love and affection, I felt withdrawn. Lash out on the one's that you love. They deserve it, I tell myself. Don't have an opinion, don't say it out loud, don't say anything because it's killing your mom. I want you here, I don't care who gets hurt. Not even you apparently. Hormones, dopamine, change of season. Can't find what's got me falling off the wagon.
I believe I have found what fulfills me, part of me has known for a long time. It calls to me, the practice before Christ. The power of nature is the flower reborn. The mighty hawk offers his protection, take me to the promise Land. The lines have been read, the spells have been cast. I am unravelled.
I wanted to write. To make. To film. To act. All she wanted was to draw. To sit. To sulk. To do absolutely nothing. I pocessed not this gift of sketch whereas she was a master. Everyone is a failed artist, everyone is a successful artist. It all depends on the craft. You are a failed artist, you are a successful artist.