you know you are a sinking ship,
on the way down through crashing waves.
and although it's 1 p.m. here, i'm left stranded.
rescue can't help you. because it's one a.m. in paris and you're speaking in tongues.
amour mes amis.
extraordinaire.
and i can't find a care in the world.
the sea jumps in a violent curl.
wrap me up and let you go.
and you miss yourself too. To know that you have never been strong. To know that everything you made yourself believe was an illusion. And illusion that wasn’t even worth the time. That’s what it all comes down to. What is worth my time anymore? Am I worth the time?
and driving it’s rush hour and the cars are on 3rd street.
Pedal faster to the beat.
Your heart thumps along with the heat. And one day I’m going to do that.
To live with the city. Feel insignificant. Feel empty and at peace.
The only way that I can find true happiness is by being invisible.
Right now, my goal in life is to be completely unremarkable.
To remain normal.
Maybe I’ll be able to make something of myself that way.
now what got me was that they are using the world love too much. What is in a 4 letter, on syllable word? And what meaning does it have to you? Teenage “love”. I find it interesting that love and lust are so similar. Interchangeable. The most you can hope for is eternal lust. Because it’s apparent that love doesn’t last forever. At least aim for the desire for another for the rest of your life. Shoot for the stars kiddies.