December
• Written by AboriginalClimate
What started off, didn't end up happening
Didn't plan well enough, stumbling, grappling
Wrestling with demons I didn't know I had
Are you mad? Are you sad?
Nah, I'm glad; this is pretty rad.
The rush is a little much though
These vibrations want to clutch so
Much harder on my heartstrings than I had imagined
This drug was the carpet and I was Aladdin
But only this time, a little out of control
These loops are beginning to really take their toll
So I'm like, out
What's all this about?
This easy account, this preachy amount
[I'm over it.]
Anyway, I'll see you on another day
If you want to stop working and just play,
Y'don't say? Look, hey.
C'mon. Sing a good song
Make it up on the spot, in between yawns
Here like, this is all I got
I don't know, what more can you want?
So please [get away, get away from me]
I just want to create; please don't hate.
This hunger is my thirst and nothing can sate (me)
What my (fate be)
Why can't I see?
My ears are telling me lies
I'm dreaming of her thighs as my sovereign prize,
The apple of my eye:
I barely endeavored this month of December
It passed by so roughly in a hazy splendor, remember?
Or is my mind in a blender?
I seem awfully slender.
I am on another plain of existence
[Because]
I ran from the storm cloud in the distance
It's looming, dooming, around the bend for all of us
It's zooming, fuming, solemn with its darkened lungs
I can't quite make out the devil
I don't think I'm quite on his level
Not on the same frequency
This is the only planet for me
I can't seem to leave, my chest starts to heave
I can't shake this wheeze, my chest starts to seize
I am on another plain of existence
[Because]
I ran from the storm cloud in the distance
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AboriginalClimate
Member since January 3 2016