the good life

from my head to my fingers
it's always a battle for the crown
"i am an arms dealer"
falsity based around a wet dream
none of it stays the same
sickness ails happy anicdotes
when your life seems upside down
faster then ever and she's moving in slow motion
time won't choose sides, but i choose time, every time.
realize a mile down the road there is no turning back
pack your worries in a case & store them for a rainy day
unpack it all when it's least conveinent.
because that's just how life works.
suitors all around and not a damn thing to offer.
show em your wits or your sense of hipocrit.
misplaced words and pronunciation corrections
in a perfect world, you'd actually listen.
overdosed on apathy, a lie i tell to keep in touch.
the strings i hang on dwindle with every click.
if you don't get it, you never have.
the rhythm & vigor in my soul are star crossed lovers
we surrender to a fight we lost along time ago.
slightly off key, i wish anyone would sing to me
when there's nothing to hide theres always more on display.
i wish you kept me in a glass case baby.
"before this turns to black, let's burn away our past
and set this cruise control to crash"
write to remember. think to forget.
cycles of a lost thought process
don't flatter yourself darling
someone else came up with your gimmic.
a con artist,
but i wouldn't even give her that much credit
believing in something requires passion
more then pride will ever show, i've got it down.
i'm not sweating bullets when i can be shooting them instead.
all you have left is to pick up the pieces.
never one for puzzles.
not everything can be fixed.
my thoughts proceed without transition.
which explains majority of my instincts.
never act it out. instant regret. barely a soul left.
empty & whole all at once.
that's a talent i gave you.
i'm keeping a firm grip on this moment
cuz it will never last as long as i want it to.
"i've got a gun with your name on it
if i wasn't afraid of gettting dirty..
i swear i'd shoot"



constantly consistant.
best, erynn