i’m waiting to overdose on this feeling i have.
this nostalgia is more than what’s good for me these days,
but i can’t seem to get enough.
i keep feeling fresh whips of reality cut through my face every time a tear refuses to fall.
my mind is refusing to cry for you,
but my emotions seem to keep winning it all.
i don’t thnk you ever find the one more than once.
everybody wants somebody that does it right the first time,
but nobody does it right the first time.
we all have to figure it out,
feel our way through it,
try and try again before we ever reach anything we actually want.
there is no thing that we can get without having to work for it.
that’s why i’m still okay with working for it.