Rain still falls on occasion, but the sun always breaka free of the clouds now
Certain fears of the gossipy nature that floats about
But, you know, I don't care about that, baby
You're beautiful and I'm constantly skeptical, pushing my way through the lies
Acknowledging the flaws inherent in me
Free cigarettes at the expense of others
That needs to stop; it's not that the motherfuckers owe me anything
Experiencing all the facets of being myself God and all the complexities found there
Questions that arise out of that deep and lonesome well
Spirituality from before gets found out to be void of the answers you need
Responsibility's been thrown in while religion's bypassed it out the window
Precautions lose their necessity in the midst of this whirlwind
Not enough was said in the last one, though, about her
Knowing the beauty present in everyone even when they're thrown off course
Just that sometimes they fly so far and upon landing it might take awhile, if ever they find their way back
It just can't be said enough, though; not here, not there, not now, not ever
On the subject of flaws, she's my object from which to transpose the rest of humanity, but only for the moment
This idealization shields my eyes from reality
My world: my heart, my emotions, my bipolarity, my body are my part in being the Devil
We're all one in the same
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