Why I didn’t text you back.
⚪ i was actually busy.
⚪ i’m ignoring you.
🔘 i was high and forgot.
And I wonder if you wonder and think the same things
Maybe you remember my smile, the orbital pull of my eyes
And then I remind myself of why I left
When you left me empty
Took me for all I was, miles from home, sanctity and solitude are none
Every lie, how easily you left me behind, not the kind of guy you imposed
But when I put it all in your control
You controlled me, left me jaded, a faded version of the better me
and I promised myself never again would I believe it
and I try to think you think the same, but I can’t believe that
Since you still call me when you’re drunk
Give me some kind of sunken feeling
Tell me you miss me, but you still go home to your new girl and her baby
I wonder sometimes if you gave her the same ring you gave me
Maybe it doesn’t fit her fat fingers
But I refuse to let those thoughts linger, I’ve decided this is a battle I’ve won
Without you, my life’s begun, with me, only me, I am my number one
We know how our parents ended up: straight-laced, stubborn, narrow-minded and seemingly unhappy. The Baby Boomers seem to defy anything that remotely inspires creativity and a different view. They ignore what they don’t know and hate what they can’t understand. But we will be different.
We’ll be a culture founded on art, love and music. We won’t be biased against sexual preference, skin color or nationality. We won’t start wars or throw bombs. We won’t kick people out for wearing turbans or living in Palestine. We won’t have half our generation’s marriages end up in divorce.
We will welcome adversity, share spliffs with our brothers and sisters and talk about making the world a better place. Because at the end of the day, we can’t possibly f*ck it up any worse than they did.
And yes, I am telling you not to stay
I may have no reason satisfying enough for you,
But you are not me and in the end you’ll begin to see,
I am my own first priority.
There’s something about emptiness I cannot explain
Security in solitude
I’m not vulnerable here
In my turtle-shell oasis
Head under water
Away from the world
With you I am just a fragment
Of the person I am when I’m alone
Like the world has so much more meaning
When you have no one else to share your home
I cannot explain it to you enough
And if I could I wouldn’t be
Because it’s far easier to run
When no one understands your destination.