Sunday, September 18, 2011

In the Membrane

I cannot be anything I need to be,
whatever is lacking throws me to the curb.
          I gotta grow up.
Don't you feel me, isn't it all clear,
I can't be the only one to understand it, dear?

Because love, love, love you might be my love.
But maybe I'm scared because of our chances.
Makes me fucking sick, so how am I supposed to do this?
The sleep I'm losing, it'll fry me.
How am I going to hold my ground?

What the fuck man?
This shit shouldn't fly,
it's peeling back my layers.

Now I know you can see my head,
and it's haunting me,
beating me.
And it's not even you, I don't even know you.