supersonic
Bluelighter
I swear to god, if I had any reason to think there was one, that this time is it.
Its this time, yes of course that it will all work out right.
I'll find the words to make the logical congruent bond in my mind.
You are the one for me, you are my everything, lets be together forever.
And if you only knew the seconds that make up forever are drawing shorter each time I speak of them.
Oh but this time it will be ok, this time I'll be on my own.
Oh but that sparkle that you shimmer in my life, musn't be pushed away.
And who knows maybe your the one, of course you are, your starting to believe you are aren't you.
Well then you obviously aren't the one then.
If I were to lay all my cards on the table you wouldn't want to play the game.
And thats the way I feel, the way I feel is just the same.
I'd wait for you to understand me, but you won't ever.
I'd wait for someone who I'd never get down, but they aren't meant for me.
Whats a boy to do, when he is swimming in his own emotionally charged masculine goo.
Give myself a hand.
But I brandished such butcher knifes, and stumps replace the easy road.
This all makes sense.
Everything, every word everyone mutters makes sense.
Believe me I know.
You just have to focus, pull from the sea of words the between t he l ine s t he re is so much between the lines.
give me a hand.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Its this time, yes of course that it will all work out right.
I'll find the words to make the logical congruent bond in my mind.
You are the one for me, you are my everything, lets be together forever.
And if you only knew the seconds that make up forever are drawing shorter each time I speak of them.
Oh but this time it will be ok, this time I'll be on my own.
Oh but that sparkle that you shimmer in my life, musn't be pushed away.
And who knows maybe your the one, of course you are, your starting to believe you are aren't you.
Well then you obviously aren't the one then.
If I were to lay all my cards on the table you wouldn't want to play the game.
And thats the way I feel, the way I feel is just the same.
I'd wait for you to understand me, but you won't ever.
I'd wait for someone who I'd never get down, but they aren't meant for me.
Whats a boy to do, when he is swimming in his own emotionally charged masculine goo.
Give myself a hand.
But I brandished such butcher knifes, and stumps replace the easy road.
This all makes sense.
Everything, every word everyone mutters makes sense.
Believe me I know.
You just have to focus, pull from the sea of words the between t he l ine s t he re is so much between the lines.
give me a hand.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
