You Think It's Easy
You think it's easy to fall in love again. It's like being a prisoner trapped inside. You crave intimacy yet intimacy is how you arrest me. Every word I say can and shall be used as evidence against me. You want to get under the skin but you'd only itch and I'd scratch myself all over and come out in a rash.
You think love is beautiful but it's also closer to hell. Heaven is death that the mind can't tell. You want more, because nothing ever satisfies you. Always like a selfish baby wanting another toy. A vampire to suck the blood from. You prey on our innocence and hope that we'll be naive to forget what we learnt. You want honesty but I tell white lies to make you feel better. If I told you the truth, you'd only want a competition into who can dish out the best insult. You want my feelings so you can twist them around. Remodel and reshape because there's nothing like a good challenge.
You believe in fairytales that don't exist. You believed every Walt Disney cartoon because it spoke to the deluded romance inside of you. Every sexual element is always there beneath the surface that only you could find out about. You want love but I can never say I love you. Breaks the spell doesn't it? I mean I say that when I might want to fuck another. I could be screwing my mistress in a run down motel. Who said there was anything wrong with a gin and tonic and a cheap motel fuck. Works wonders for the soul.
But don't you see, you want candlelit dinners and romantic meals out. The fact that I breathe in everybody elses stale air exhausts me. You want a king sized double bed but I find it sexier when we're sleeping seperately. Somehow the thought of someone invading my dreams scares me. It's a lie to say I'm in love. I never was.
Besides I know you text and ring into those radio shows telling the public every sordid detail about our relationship and I've a right mind to machine gun the lot of you. There's nothing worse than hearing smug DJs know what's going on in our life. Don't be surprised to see a suitcase at the front door. I would hope you'd have taken the hint.
You think it's easy to fall in love again. You delete your mind the next person you fall in love with. Keep making those mistakes and I won't harm you. I won't be sad to see you go. I couldn't care less what happens in the mean time. No one ever loves again. It's just to fit into the jigsaw that we go along with. You really should know better than to fall in love with someone. You'll hate them in the end.
You think love is beautiful but it's also closer to hell. Heaven is death that the mind can't tell. You want more, because nothing ever satisfies you. Always like a selfish baby wanting another toy. A vampire to suck the blood from. You prey on our innocence and hope that we'll be naive to forget what we learnt. You want honesty but I tell white lies to make you feel better. If I told you the truth, you'd only want a competition into who can dish out the best insult. You want my feelings so you can twist them around. Remodel and reshape because there's nothing like a good challenge.
You believe in fairytales that don't exist. You believed every Walt Disney cartoon because it spoke to the deluded romance inside of you. Every sexual element is always there beneath the surface that only you could find out about. You want love but I can never say I love you. Breaks the spell doesn't it? I mean I say that when I might want to fuck another. I could be screwing my mistress in a run down motel. Who said there was anything wrong with a gin and tonic and a cheap motel fuck. Works wonders for the soul.
But don't you see, you want candlelit dinners and romantic meals out. The fact that I breathe in everybody elses stale air exhausts me. You want a king sized double bed but I find it sexier when we're sleeping seperately. Somehow the thought of someone invading my dreams scares me. It's a lie to say I'm in love. I never was.
Besides I know you text and ring into those radio shows telling the public every sordid detail about our relationship and I've a right mind to machine gun the lot of you. There's nothing worse than hearing smug DJs know what's going on in our life. Don't be surprised to see a suitcase at the front door. I would hope you'd have taken the hint.
You think it's easy to fall in love again. You delete your mind the next person you fall in love with. Keep making those mistakes and I won't harm you. I won't be sad to see you go. I couldn't care less what happens in the mean time. No one ever loves again. It's just to fit into the jigsaw that we go along with. You really should know better than to fall in love with someone. You'll hate them in the end.
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