If Words Were Like F#$%ing

My dreams are cutting into my fun time
Fiddle faddle, diddle diddle
Should have something worthwhile
But eyes just ache
And my heart pounds like a thing that pounds
I wish I was dead
Or high and dry
But I was born to beside the point

She shot me up then left me to die
Best hit of dopamine I’ve ever tried
Her love is cutting into my freedom
And this freedom cost me dearly
That’s about the time
I cut my teeth
I cut my teeth
On you darling
You’re like a brand new thing
And I’m just writing about a love that never even existed
That’s all I’m good at anyway 
If you don’t love me… I can always love myself
Even if I go crazy before I meet me next

I wish you weren’t so far away
I wish I could speak to your face
I don’t even care if we’re both ugly
I’ll feel ugly either way
But I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone forever
Two-thousand years has been long enough
I’m sick of deteriorating
I’m sick of hating myselfff
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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