how in such awful clarity am I still so confused? and why I wonder do I still want you here even though you’re off with some guy and we’ve said goodbye?
the sun is fallen and like silver
is too warm to be torn down
so rest your soul against his sunset
and let his eyes follow you around
I’m sure he’ll meet you softly
I hope he’ll treat you well
just don’t forget about me
until you’ve found someone else
I guess I wasn’t casanova
but I don’t look that half-bad
I’ve never been one for fixations
really you’re the only one I could’ve had
If I saw the sky and it was rainy
I’d ask you what about
well don’t forget about me
until I’m safe down on the ground
sometimes if I see things I believe them
sometimes I like to close my eyes
I know it’s only me here with these feelings
and that you’re much farther off than I
they say she never loved you really
I say to them I don’t mind
so don’t forget about me
and if you really must just lie
cheers to the exploration of the human consciousness, and to the terrible traps that lie inside it.
I reiterate over and over my compulsive need to be hurt.
well I am in the truest definition foolish and naive.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
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