Daniella Descends

All these fuckin' people and I don't need a thing
Daniella creeping subtly back to my mind's nothing I can escape
Haven't thought of her for a long time, but she was never really gone
Why would I want that anyway; her memory assures me I'm alive

We're on different ends of the spectrum now as far as I can tell
Even when I knew her, she was happy and I was fooled
She was me 'cause I was her, retreating back, going forth, unsure
Now I see, though, and I need this allowance of contencity

Well, it's true; we've been here before, but now we're back again
I went off, stylistically searching, with no way to return home
And I think I'll probably stay, just waiting for whatever gets thrown my way
Though this isn't exactly fair, it's all I have to give; now I'm left wondering, wsndering, loitering...

"Where did you go, my baby dear?"
That's a direct quote, but I'm talking to you, asking her not to stay there too long
Because I'll miss Hell out of her, I will, and I need her in my life
Asking her to descend down here because I've tried it out; I can't go up there

This inner-turmoil, outer-stress, has always been freeing once cast aside
But I just want it too be over with, so I hope she'll never realize my secret or figure out where I am
We belong in Hell together, so I never wanted to miss it out of her
A place of dismantled loneliness, a place of tears, but, at least, we'd have one another if that were the case