Drained
• Written by St-Azazel
So you got a bad feeling recently, not talking frequently
plus you got a feeling that he’s fucking round secretly
But you at a loss because you’ve grown dependent,
don’t want to give up on your time thats been spent
feels like this king size bed's gotten wider
like an outcast in your own home, an outsider
try n' get on his phone but he’s changed his pin
then you start to ask him about where he’s been
why he’s gone, why he’s late, out till dawn, tell me straight
and he gives you stories that he’s just been working real late
the temptation builds, and you see where he goes
and you see him, not alone, through the cab windows
feels like you’re in one of them TV shows, cus in the end he was never just chilling with his bros
you turn concietful, throwing possessions to street-full
next time you catch him its a heartbreak sequel,
you don’t know what to do decision decision,
but your thoughts tear through your head, decision collision
but your decision for collision with the side of his jaw,
seems to be the only thing made sense anymore.
he’s been staying at a hotel these last few days,
and he’s picked up his shit from the car park bays
and as time went by you though the wound would heal
but the tears on your face have been hard to conceal
and your thoughts in accumulation of running to the station
trying to catch a train, to a plane to another nation
you go out one night, try and forget for a while
and those shot glasses around you they pile and pile
wake up in a daze, sayin never-ever again
turn around, fuck no, why’ve i slept with him
he was his best friend now i look like a slut
maybe its not that bad but a feelin’ in my gut
that this stories gonna get blown way outta proportion
thats the way it is y’know, chinese distortion
my words will get twisted like vocal contortion
and everyone says ignore it, but its easier said-than-done
regret it every night, but trying to find the light,
that flight you were thinking of is looking alright
new start, new place, new you, new face
get to a place where these memories erase
you go to click the button then you feel a vibrate,
and he’s heard through the vine of yo' plans to migrate
pleading to come round cus he misses your sound
that way you stopped talking just seemed profound
you don’t know why but you get in your car
only this time you’re going to his house not a bar
excuse state of my room, not had people in a while
glad we could talk, stop being so hostile
i got a lot of things i want to say,
and i hope that you don’t take them the wrong way
now i love you baby, and i know you love me,
at least you did, before you tried to move a country
now I’m being serious, those visions were delirious
will you please say something? stop the mysterious?
there was a time when all i’d think about was you
your face, your smile and all the shit we’d been through
fuck, that times maybe still going on,
and my love for you no its still not withdrawn
but theres things about you that drive me insane
and it got to the point that where my right part of brain
was telling me to do wrong and sing a swan song
with a girl i met before you that i’d been stringing along
and if I got a delorian i’d go back in the story’n
stop myself and maybe we’d be all hunky and dory'n
instead, you’re staring at me across the room
with a bag of my shit ripped and broken I assume?
fuck, from the 5th floor not much survived that fall,
you know i’ve been left with nothing all
when a couple of months ago she was saying i was the one,
and now we’ve both had sex with a different person
fuck, i’d have let bygones be bygones,
but as she closed the door she said bye, gone.
but baby i just need a shoulder to cry on
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St-Azazel
Member since December 28 2013