Weekend heartaches and weekend headaches. Why do I always do this to myself? Let love take over me and control my actions and heart till I'm wandering into the unknown with your body and listening to your words so intently. How could I have something so beautiful and blossoming so close yet it feels so far away. It isn't me anymore. Love dancing on my fingers and flirting around and around with snowy roads and chilly evenings. Bruises and hugging my bones, waiting on the euphoria you send me to run through my tired and restless body. Tainted by the smokey air and bright city lights of the grunge apartments that I end up in each weekend.
Looking into my glossy, makeup smeared eyes in high heals and dyed hair. My reflection strikes me. Who is this girl? What has she done? What's her story. She's a beautiful mess, strung out and wasted on all of lifes little lies & empty sins. She's fallen for them all. She's fallen for the soft embraces of strangers, the haze of an unknown, and champagne supernovas crashing down upon my weightless body. I feel so far from who I was, so far from who I should be. And it's spiraling, spiraling faster than ever...slowly and painfully I open up these wounds from ever years and I can't breath. I can't catch my breath. My thoughts spin and twirl and leave me haunted and scared. Will I ever wake up? Will I ever move on? Will I ever be saved from my empty sin?
Weekend heartaches and weekend headaches. Why do I always do this to myself? Let love take over me and control my actions and heart till I'm wandering into the unknown with your body and listening to your words so intently. How could I have something so beautiful and blossoming so close yet it feels so far away. It isn't me anymore. Love dancing on my fingers and flirting around and around with snowy roads and chilly evenings. Bruises and hugging my bones, waiting on the euphoria you send me to run through my tired and restless body. Tainted by the smokey air and bright city lights of the grunge apartments that I end up in each weekend.
Looking into my glossy, makeup smeared eyes in high heals and dyed hair. My reflection strikes me. Who is this girl? What has she done? What's her story. She's a beautiful mess, strung out and wasted on all of lifes little lies & empty sins. She's fallen for them all. She's fallen for the soft embraces of strangers, the haze of an unknown, and champagne supernovas crashing down upon my weightless body. I feel so far from who I was, so far from who I should be. And it's spiraling, spiraling faster than ever...slowly and painfully I open up these wounds from ever years and I can't breath. I can't catch my breath. My thoughts spin and twirl and leave me haunted and scared. Will I ever wake up? Will I ever move on? Will I ever be saved from my empty sin?
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