I'm feeling better but I'd be lying
It's half past two, and yet I'm crying
Saw some memories I forgot existed
How can life be so fucking sadistic?
Countless memories of you and me,
Used to say we were a pair, you and me.
Since that night I cant find love,
All the doors leading to it are gone.
Might be knocking on the wrong ones too,
But to know, this is what I have to do,
Because life's too short not to try,
I'll have to make my tears dry.
My, my, what a picture in my head,
Would you say that I am dead?
My body's here but at night I'm alone,
I just wish the reaper gave me a loan.
I'm just full of love and affection,
Things that I can't really call to action.
I just need a huge long hug to feel alright,
Does a hug solve anything? Certainly not.
But we each dig our own graves,
And we have to be classy about getting one step Closer to the grave.
If missing hugs and physical connection
Is the way under 3 feets of dirt, then be it,
I'll accept my life as such,
But one day I'm sure she'll arrive,
And then I can finally close the large red door.
