I've been sneezing since June from the dust.
I took bupropion with mountain dew-
Now I can't sleep, my heart is beating fast,
I'm a little dizzy and a bit nauseous.
Vesta told me not to lose my head
But I was having so much fun!
I couldn't find Hera or Venus
But Herne told me there's no harm.
All their lights are big and bright-
Their ichor is burning my skin.
All the stories that never started,
These are heartaches on the big screen.
Dislocation of emotions-
No one to blame, I did it to myself.
I keep seeing what isn't there,
In my head I always paint them well.
Since I can't find mine, I can't let you in-
Dear Eros, I hope you have your key.
If I could go back to the day we met-
Even with hindsight, I won't leave them be.
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