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Dissonance

i said well fuck these other guys,
id rather be wife’d
cause chasing tail and wasting time
has never been a thing of mine
caught ...up.... in.... all the lies
never gets where;
id wanna be
or anywhere
id rather be
or unaware
do you like me?
or do you like me for my looks?
cause you’ve mistook
what i am ....with ....who i’m not
i rather be caught up
a love so lost... on a yacht
but cannot
understand your fucking plot
I’ve given up
we sit here wasting time
like its okay
to demonstrate
a state
a state of mind
a state
where i forever contemplate
minds confusing
state of confusion
somehow we could be
an allusion
mind the lesion
and im sick of all the silence
so lost in a lonely presence
i realise the difference
between a weirdness and a balance
think you’re lost in a sea? you rather be free?
try being me
i like it being me but rather it be 'we’
 
—chorus—
 
 
all i do is stay up late
not late enough for the sunrise
watching the flowers die
looking up to the sky
never been a 'go getta’
always stuck with vendettas
if they ask me for luck
i tell em look in a mirror
cause it doesnt make a difference
if im happy or sad
i would sink in the sand
with these feelings at hand
It shouldn’t be a hassle or an effort
If you cant be my heart
then just damn well forget it
with memories bleeding
i told them
fuck it
im leaving
with the cards all uneven
when i dived, went deep in
with the smiles as props
feelings bolted with locks
like...... Forrest, .....pelted with rocks
endless for equinox
i am who i am
if you cant understand
exactly how
my life is bland
ill take it in and crash-land
but the second i go
watch this back in slow mo
follow yellow brick roads
my life is left in echos.

(2014)

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