Felicia has a new object of obsession actually brought back from my past making an un-invited but well appreciated return to my life, so in honor of me losing my mind- here is something I wrote with shitty structure and filled with words straight from my dirty mouth..I think alot of it wont really make much sense but oddly enough I think it makes alot of sense to me.
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Cool Kids
This world is our playground baby, why don’t we just f*ck it up?
The night is always young so why can’t we just stay out till one of us has had enough.
Our actions shouldn’t be planned why don’t we just live life un-rehearsed?
The way we disregard everyone else but ourselves is such a blissful curse.
Live fast and die young should be the motto tattooed directly on your ass.
Just how long can we go thru our lives without any liability, how long will this high last?
You are no good for me but so enjoyable, simply delicious right down to the last drop.
How long will it be before this infectious mutual addiction is put to a stop?
Why does it must feel so good when I know that realistically this is way too bad.
How come I feel so satisfied when I am with you yet so damn mad?
Emotions go up and downhill a never ending roller coaster path but I feel so guilty for enjoying you baby, I want this ride to be over fast.
Our silence makes my head pound and the way your hands have neglected me makes my body ache, I can’t stand the way you hurt me yet I would plan my whole day around looking at your face.
You don’t know the definition of commitment and I don’t really understand the words security and trust, so why don’t we form a gang and call it “love f*ckin sucks,” and our slogan can be “I hate the way I love to hate you-straight the f*ck up”.
Excuse me but are you aware that you are the most attractive thing in my eyes and that when we were together I felt so sexy because we were seriously the shit?
Do you know that you have every reason in the world to think you amazing even a little overly confident?
You are cocky as hell but seem to be so modest in my eyes, back in our prime nakedness was the only thing really real in our life.
I am impulsive, irresponsible maybe even a little naïve but you were the one who told me that I was something rare and you admired what tricks I had up my sleeve.
You were reckless and untamed yet so different from me but you had one thing I didn’t have and that’s fear of commitment and reality.
When we walked side by side, I enjoyed the way girls would stare because I knew that I had something they didn’t have and that was you as my man, you had that self-assured walk that complimented the way we would carelessly link hands.
You never failed to mention that you admired my beauty and my brains, how is it that you made me feel so stable while being in the middle of going totally insane?
Being with you totally sober is still my greatest high to date and lets face it even though we are now living life separately our past is something we cant and should never ever erased.
:idontknow
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Cool Kids
This world is our playground baby, why don’t we just f*ck it up?
The night is always young so why can’t we just stay out till one of us has had enough.
Our actions shouldn’t be planned why don’t we just live life un-rehearsed?
The way we disregard everyone else but ourselves is such a blissful curse.
Live fast and die young should be the motto tattooed directly on your ass.
Just how long can we go thru our lives without any liability, how long will this high last?
You are no good for me but so enjoyable, simply delicious right down to the last drop.
How long will it be before this infectious mutual addiction is put to a stop?
Why does it must feel so good when I know that realistically this is way too bad.
How come I feel so satisfied when I am with you yet so damn mad?
Emotions go up and downhill a never ending roller coaster path but I feel so guilty for enjoying you baby, I want this ride to be over fast.
Our silence makes my head pound and the way your hands have neglected me makes my body ache, I can’t stand the way you hurt me yet I would plan my whole day around looking at your face.
You don’t know the definition of commitment and I don’t really understand the words security and trust, so why don’t we form a gang and call it “love f*ckin sucks,” and our slogan can be “I hate the way I love to hate you-straight the f*ck up”.
Excuse me but are you aware that you are the most attractive thing in my eyes and that when we were together I felt so sexy because we were seriously the shit?
Do you know that you have every reason in the world to think you amazing even a little overly confident?
You are cocky as hell but seem to be so modest in my eyes, back in our prime nakedness was the only thing really real in our life.
I am impulsive, irresponsible maybe even a little naïve but you were the one who told me that I was something rare and you admired what tricks I had up my sleeve.
You were reckless and untamed yet so different from me but you had one thing I didn’t have and that’s fear of commitment and reality.
When we walked side by side, I enjoyed the way girls would stare because I knew that I had something they didn’t have and that was you as my man, you had that self-assured walk that complimented the way we would carelessly link hands.
You never failed to mention that you admired my beauty and my brains, how is it that you made me feel so stable while being in the middle of going totally insane?
Being with you totally sober is still my greatest high to date and lets face it even though we are now living life separately our past is something we cant and should never ever erased.
:idontknow
