Yes, no, maybe… My heart beat so fast, the world was turning so slow, if you're in danger baby, just let me know. Tune in to the radio, cosmic signal's spread out into the universe like so. Just as before, I bounce back from the floor, angelic frantic, got lost in the mid Atlantic, back step and tongue tied, the drugs make you feel normal, intertwined yet out of line.
I once knew you too, frozen and misconstrued, angelic and frantic, not bipolar but manic, racing thoughts, draw your sword. Mystic rivers and holistic procedures leave little time for magnetic dissonance. I warn those with limited access to reflect discontent, it was always in the script to rip apart at the point of blast, nothing is destined to last.
I once was me, freedom dwelling and apathetic at spelling, rest assured my deep interest is more than a pin prick. I'm all about flow, with or without veracity, melodically speaking, I'm adventure seeking. I once was a toy soldier, placed in battle in a stationary war, static filled the air while awaiting the signal flare, the floor was left bare.
Maybe no, I suppose. My love for you would never continue to grow, I began a lackluster show, growing harder was a difficult bet when there's so much hate and debate. I lost my will to masturbate, swallowed whole by your black out soul, the only thing I can control is how my story is told. Even if I were broken and old, you're bold and oh so cold.
Legs so high, one could crack the sky, shards shatter like glass, raining down over the mantle. Forgive me if I mumble, I was merely trying my best to be humble. Arms so wide they could stretch around the planet, hearing no sound is better than putting someone down. If you were just floating around, with or without a sound, surly I'd let you drown.
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