I pretended our love had ended before it got a chance to start
See i had been foolishly protective of this lonely little heart
after being beaten and bruised,
neglected and used
leaving me with liquor bottles as bricks,
alcohol my fix,
and empty containers bonded to build walls
because i really can't afford to fall for you again.
But it's just another sunday after weekend number two
and yeah, it's true
our whirlwind whiskey adventures
and our jack daniels induced interactions
produce intense perceptions of affections
and it kills me that i still can't articulate what you do to me
cus the castle of beer cans behind which i hide
becomes dangerously close to toppling when I'm made to decide
whether or not I'll stay with you tonight.
See this liquor laced battle becomes hard to fight
when the silly soul can't handle the inflated ego
And it's hard to stay strong when you come along
because it seems like you're armed with a trio
of friendship, love and lust
but i'm fucked when it comes to trust
and a person's best intentions
so i twist your honesty into hormones
witty words into whimsical conversational war zones
and your intelligence into feigned pretentiousness
because even you just want me to hate you.
see i'm stuck trying to find my identity,
amongst the masses of imaginary entities
trying to sync the self with serenity
but night time addictions present contradictions between the heart and the mind
and my exit strategy just becomes harder to find
because i really don't feel like going anywhere anymore
and maybe it's the energy that brings the real intoxication,
the secret smiles, shared laughs and raunchy revelations
but my brain is possesed by the thrill of temptation,
the joy of being tackled, ravaged by animalistic elation.
see i'm convinced if you were my lover you'd never need another
and all i wanna do is trick you, if only for a little while.
because the secret shadows in my smile know that not all that glitters is gold,
and even gold doesn't last forever
but the things you say can make my day
and the way you make the butterflies flutter is a mystery
like how your internal youth seems to be a beacon of truth
and a testament to alchemy
I can't pinpoint the attraction, nor understand the chemistry
but the passion's stayed persistent throughout both of our histories
strength tested in stress and propelling truth to victories.
and despite shitty situations this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
So i'm living life again with no barricades controlling me
But I've moved from The City to The Town and I've come back around
to sleepy, old fremont,
suburbs subjecting this little one to sobriety,
once again forced to fit in with society,
grown awkward within white walls tinted green
there are no adventures to be had, i'm familiar with this scene
see fifteen is enough of my young twenty-one to be nurtured in this little nest
I know I may look delicate but i'm stronger than the rest.
so let's get this ball rolling and hope for the best
cus we're both back to where we started from
and the shadow you knew found the light within the sun
so I've got the spunk to watch history repeat.
so come to me, come on to me, and show me see where this love leads
cus I need to radiate all the love that I've recieved and for some odd reason
i've projected you as the boy of the season and it seems like the sun is just starting to shine.
So restore my faith in reality and tell me your present of presence is mine
see you're already a part of this never ending story
so come to me in all of your glory
and lay your great mind next to mine.
help me see what i can find when our shells lie side by side.
because I'm tired of feeling uninspired and this
inebriated intimacy takes a toll on this exhausted soul
and these four walls are three sheets to the wind
and this room won't stop spinning so help me cut back on the sinning
and baby just rest with me tonight.