Chemical Appeal

Could love her in an instant. Such is the chemical appeal. She's such a steal in these times. My hours collide in fashion. These bruises are all I've got to show for it. But what's another year to see it all just fall apart. Don't want to live like that anymore. But what have I got to show that it's going to make any difference.

I fade into the chemicals. Dissolve into an atomic variety. Precede the bombings that set off in the mind. Searching for the sensations that shatter in midnight. But what happens next is for you to guess. As the soap opera continues with the past still wanting to be the present and the present wanting to be the future. Long winded phrases are all the rage but we just can't get out of the cage at the moment.

Such a chemical appeal. These bruises are all I've got. Broken hearts are what we deal in. I want to see the finger that blows the world up.