i don't care if your beautiful lips
exist out there 'cause i'm wonderless
why the best can't make it in
hollywood no more
it's like a long drag taken
before the smoke hits the white sky
like the birds at night
and it's fake just like the movies
and i can't wait just to see you again
and your two faces are locked on mine
had the worst time chasing the thought away
no hope
no home
because maybe i'm a fake
maybe you're to blame
maybe i'm a star
stumbling drunk light
my mistakes i've made won't leave me alone
and if you don't find me on the front page
find a way to say that you saw me
and if you don't find me in a movie
find a way to say that you knew me
and if you don't find me on the front page
you and i got lost along the way
find a way to say that you saw me
but this will end some day some way
and if you don't find me at all
then i won't care
if i could find a place for the holiday
maybe i would call
you're a payphone away
from the mess that i've become
i'm destroying what i love
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PuisiTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
