You seek validation.
You pray for acceptance.
You expect rejection.
You sit on the weak floor of failure.
Paradoxically, loneliness seems to be more acute in large cities - they say.
Do you crave something desolate when it gets loud?
Where do you go when things get quiet?
Pain for pleasure. A paradox.
I guess I’ve been looking for the love of my life.
In love with too many men,
So I’ll never be a wife.
Juggling gigilos every night.
Fulfill what I need,
Still craving more light.
You keep me in the dark.
Far away from everything you consider art.
I know I know I’m not your Mona
So I’ll pick a different role and play your part.
I love to play games
Who’s to say I won’t roll the dice for the sake of the ‘fuck it?’
Didn’t I tell you I cared?
I know I was lying
My actions were louder.
Easier to let you go than to admit this might be alright.
I’m in love with music more than I love you.
More than I’ll ever love you.
That’s the truth.
Maybe I’m not in love with you.
I love what you do.
The way your eye contact can shut down a conversation.
Who’s to say what I’m saying isn’t worth debating?
For now we’ll let it go and I’ll just keep walking down this damn road.