No, This can't go on.
Running to you will not solve it. I mean, DARN!
You've got me all antsy pantsy and you made me down and under, up and over.
WHY IS THAT?!
You've got me render useless as a Man and you just whirl around and gave me control. Like... YOU MADE ME!
Jumpy, elated, excited; top of my head. I don't know how to express this. But WHY THIS TIME??!!!! You know I shouldn't feel this way? Cause it is just not the cycle now. Well, you can't exactly expect a mourner to flip and turn some jackpot contestant all brimmed up in the midst of a funeral right? GOD! You're really had me made.
Jumpy is the least descriptive word I can ever come up this instant and you have your way. Baby, you sure have your way! How do you expect me to turn around like this?
You had proved yourself strong and capable, you sure did. No doubt about that! And it wouldn't hurt if I ask for just some more time to cope about the change? Would it be too much to ask?
Baby, you got me rioting on an empty street in my heart and make every split second feels like a million years.
Time flashes like light with you around and I couldn't help but crave.
Every breath is so timed and calm and every silence moment is the new loud to me.
Barely free, barely engaged, barely surreal.
Does it always have to be so black and white? 'Grey" no longer seems like a compromise anymore. You made it all.
Leash up yet free
given yet shared
asked with no return
You've have got me in a difficult spot. Really.
And I really shouldn't do this
But..
That gentleness had got me thinking
"Would I miss the golden ticket"
Like I said : "I'm tired."
But all seems a beating of the air,
a conviction of contrary.
Why must you wake me up (or do me in) to this dream.
I can't tell anymore.
