I get the feeling you’re angry with me
And it doesn’t surprise me one bit
I’m plenty pretentious
But you should know I adore you
And if somehow not
Believe me, I have plans
I feel a closeness to you more sincere than anything before
And you put up with my obscure fascinations
You’re a sweetheart for that
You make me feel like family, but more so
And I would spend eternities with you
You make me smile you make me laugh…
When I go crying about whatever dumb thing that happens to be permeating
You shake your head and make fun of my selfish demons
It’s beautiful and you’re an enchantress
I owe so much to you
You’re the one to call me out and keep me from turning awful
Many people like me go rotten
And I worry that without you-
That’s what I’ll become
But you’re stitched onto my sickly heart
With your buttoned eye, white dresses and rock-and-roll
We’ll always be bound
In my mind, at least
Destined for Greatness or Madness
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