I guess love is just a chemical, nothing real at all. Nothing even spiritual or deeper than our fabricated awe.
Acting out again in hopes of faking good enough to fool you all
I'm the cyclical cynical ghost
The one who loathes the most
I've got nothing left to cope with all the pain
Except a bottle and a text to tell you my shame
Fuck it, I guess it was real for me.
The real question is was I real for you?
Did the way I say I love you really lie to you?
Or is it deep down hidden with the truth
But a blade against flesh to write a name that'll stay bold forever
Lementing a memory that has yet to pass
But I guess I fucked up too bad now I'm old
Carried away by the voice you choose
A melody I can never hear
You're frequency frequently is so dissonant
I can hear you in the distance
Memory awaits but I'm awful with distance
I guess I'm just too weak to go away.
Love is a chemical nothing more
Not spiritual, it's habitual, it was my drug
But I guess that's why you moved on
You found that new fix pretty quickly
I guess, I was the only one that meant what they said.
So where does that leave me? So where does that fucking leave me. Where can I go from here?
When you just disappeared with my world.