Its-too-soon

One, Two - skip a beat. Forty four takes down all. In a day, I have aged as all young men should. However, I am here in my drought. Pondering who and pondering how. Things get tense all the while held by disbelief. Forty one. Forty two. Forty three. What is the infinite if the finite is in?

Question me. Question you. Question them. Question everything. Let's be genuine, let's be frantic, let's be human. This is not for a her, or a him.   This is for you. Let's do this together. Let's help the world. All it takes is a little bit of effort.

You're doing to him what you did to me. You made me feel like shit, You hurt my whole being. I've grown up since then and I knew not to let you come closer. I knew avoiding you would only better my life. You can't toy with my heart - - But girl, you're toying with his. Here's how it works; You start as an interest, You start to date, However much time in you focus more on everyone else. No boyfriend should ever let you kiss another man.

Funny - hilarious.   Two words used to describe me. My words to describe you would be, Cute, intelligent, humorous, amazing. They would be, anyway, if you hadn't pulled this jackassery on me. I feel hurt. I feel sad. I feel mad.

I don't know why you're the tiniest bit interested. I am a man with no to little future. I can only blame myself though, and I hate to say that. Maybe I smoke weed a little too much. No, no you're right. Too much is too much and now I criticize every bit of my being. I am a decent man- -but am I really? I try to be happy- -but am I really? I just want to charm you. I just want to stop feeling so damn lonely. Christ so damn lonely. It's all about me right now, now I feel foolish. I feel broken, I feel hated.   I feel a little jealous even. What have I done? What haven't I done?  

Meeting people from your past - that you wouldn't really mind keeping around. Start feeling like they're a little more entitled than they really are. Let's be quite frank - We all worked out well together. Unfortunately, that was a while back. A little more unfortunate - I think we've all lost our ways of doing things.

Quite frankly, these days have never made me felt so human. Yet; I haven't cried, I've hardly felt anything. These days, I eat. I drink. I consume, Play a little too. I'm the ideal consumer, and the ideal consumee. I'm a little heartless, and a little heartless. There's a little thing called giving up; I've since realized, it's not for me.

I try to find - What it means to be - I lose my sight. I lose my touch. I lose my voice. I lose my - They told me I can't decode anything. I can't make sense of - How do you know I'm - What would it take to beat this? I'm hardly super - I'm hardly -

We kick the movement. We taste your bitter taste. We feel the pressure. Why don't we test ourselves? Why don't we enjoy ourselves? If only I told you anything remotely sincere, I could have helped.

Castle living. So wealthy, so full. Surrounded by friends and bad habits. Convenience. Unlike castle living, we are free. Problems. Problematic. Is this one of those prozac moments? Fear. Failure to commit to the meet. Scare, worry. Hurt hurt hurt. Lonely. Freedom is bull. What is freedom if you don't have friends, friends to venture with you into your bad habits. Lo-ne-ly.

I don't miss you and I'm not loosing sleep I don't want you back but it makes me sick To think that you wake up and you're not lonely I don't want to see you and I don't want to phone you We can't be friends but it makes me crazy To see the way you hold her in your hands I don't want to kiss you I don't want you back And I don't care about who you're with But it makes me mad to think that you don't want me And the phone won't ring And I can't sleep because you're alright I want to make you cry I want to make you sick I want to know just who you're with And knowing you're happy is making me crazy But I'm not gonna phone you No

Sees red, smells pills, lights out, life shrills. Leave this, leave mine, stop this, last time. Shock this, so bright, strangling, die right. We take, sighed days, raise up, he brays. I'll raise, my chin, replace, your sin. My strife, must hide, go on, with pride. Turn light, from lies, promise, he cries. So sick, sublime, spin on, this dime. Image, love her, be her, lover. Rely, slumber, fourteenth, number. Dream on, save this, promise, that kiss. Hold on, this rope, scorn brings, no hope. Take but, don't keep, why can't, death sleep. Dire slave, of love, fragile, can't. Clever, clever, clever, trick. Withdraw, your arms, red