girl in osaka (1)


I laugh in hysterical joy My heart my feels so light But I finally plant my feet down on the ground from the exhilaration from the drop And I feel my heart slow pace

I wish to eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-mind you
Even though that film taught me otherwise
I can't take this anymore
I wish I never even got to see your face in the first place
I can't even look into crowds anymore, I get scared
I'm so sick of this feeling
I'm so sick of feeling sick of this feeling
I hate the feeling of my heart slowing to its regular pace again
I hate the feeling of planting my feet down on the ground again
I can't take this anymore

I wish love was like in the movies
I wish love was like in the parades
I wish love was like in the songs
pretty images and perfect dreams
not real, not real, not real

they seal your fate by the first frame
and I've seen this movie before
it doesn't end well

all these recreated sets
all these reused cels
why want to be shown something new
when I can just forget you
and do it all over

I want to wipe the reel and disappear from this story
and then hopefully there'll be a happy ending for you this time
But when the scene, my favourite scene comes on
"I love you!"
It's quite a simple scene
"I love you!"
Yet I never fail to cry
"I love you!"
No matter how many times
"I love you!"
And I forget that this isn't real for a little while

I cry in hysterical joy
My heart my feels so light
I plant my feet down on the ground from the exhilaration from the drop
One or two perfect clear starry nights aren't enough
I need to never see the sun again

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