Self Deception

31 / guN shOws And Hennessey

4-9-17
Welcome the gun show,
We're blacked out
In an alleyway at 3,
And we're nothing but weaponry.
You're the trigger
That I pull
When I'm sinking to the floor-
Call it necessity.

Bone to bone,
The flash of headlights
Connected us,
Real sweet.
From the backseat,
You know I've changed,
So I take a drag out the window,
And we hit,
Collided,
Crashed,
As tombstones and dirt roads searched us
For good memories
And bad intentions.
(They caught us)

The people,
And their wandering eyes,
They've been watching.
I hear the whispers from the back of a room,
But you're forgetting
I don't know which ones are real
And which ones just haunt.
I don't live alone,
And the roommates in my head,
Know entirely too much of you.

Red headlights,
Speed down the pavement at dawn with me,
Because I'm too anxious to sleep.
Wrap your arms around me,
Make the shaking stop..
You light me up,
And the stars get high with us.
You're falling back,
I'm sinking into you,
I'm sinking into you,
But he's the ocean I taste,
And I've been knee deep in that chase,
But this is more my style-
I'm accustomed to being used.
Do what you want with me.
We're dirty, dark, useless people
Who see a little higher than the valleys that cage us,
And I watch you try not to care,
But around each other, something pulls at us,
Pulls at us the way it did,
After prom,
With subs and cigarettes,
And we drove through the graveyard.
It pulls at me like the image of your bedroom,
Like the history we accidentally created.
You're doing anything to get to me,
Outdo yourself,
You teach me I'm worth the risk,
And I panic in your presence,
Not that it's new.

You're a trip,
You're a trigger,
We're semi automatic,
And I'm fucking wired lately. 
You need it,
I can see it in your eyes,
And no disapproval is stopping you.
I want it,
And I push the oceans beneath my skin,
Because for now,
I'm faded,
And you look entirely too good
As the grass below us runs away,
As you spill water on the grass
And drop your pipe.
We're dangerous,
But we think similarly,
And you don't taste toxic to me,
Just sweet, 
Like holy fuck,
We've got a problem on our hands.

Drug me so I'm high enough to understand who I am,
Because underneath these temporary good intentions,
The glass is shattered,
And I love the blood.
Don't pretend we're not insane,
You don't need to win me over with it.
If you can't tell,
I'm your best option at where to let your guard down.

We're made to kill,
Here to fight,
You shouldn't be fighting for me.
You're the card I can't fold,
You're the breathing proof that I need dirt on my hands,
And maybe I'm just built to fuck it all up,
Because it isn't doing anything new to me,
This isn't foreign.
Fucking piece of shit
Is it not clicking into place for you?
These lines are far too real for me,
It's not a dreamscape anymore-
This is who I am.
I'm sorry.
- (m.m)

I can't tell if I hate this or love this, but I don't think I can even create something better than this on this topic rn, for several reasons. Idk. Idfk.