This Method Acting, Well...I Call It Living.
So what do we do now...? When we've reached the highest point of euphoria
then crashed down to a sickly lullaby of dissapointment.
It's back to square one, really.
They feel safe almost inside of this mold they've created for themselves
that they feel exposed if they let through any of themselves...I say...
take the chance...but who am I to say what people do?
I feel like no one is themselves anymore...
and it's all ending slowly and quietly
until it finally crashes down in one triumphant sound of defeat.
THE SECOND BEST PLACE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION
is in a bathtub.
and I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
HALIGH! HALIGH! HALIGH!
Not a sound is made between miles and miles of misunderstood pain.
AND TEAR AND TEAR YOUR HAIR FROM ROOTS.
Our love would never die.
Fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. So...
FUCK YOU, it WAS necessary. It was all necessary. Everything.
Every second and minute and hour...hide under the covers.
DON'T try and be brave...just run and run and run away.
then crashed down to a sickly lullaby of dissapointment.
It's back to square one, really.
They feel safe almost inside of this mold they've created for themselves
that they feel exposed if they let through any of themselves...I say...
take the chance...but who am I to say what people do?
I feel like no one is themselves anymore...
and it's all ending slowly and quietly
until it finally crashes down in one triumphant sound of defeat.
THE SECOND BEST PLACE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION
is in a bathtub.
and I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
HALIGH! HALIGH! HALIGH!
Not a sound is made between miles and miles of misunderstood pain.
AND TEAR AND TEAR YOUR HAIR FROM ROOTS.
Our love would never die.
Fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. So...
FUCK YOU, it WAS necessary. It was all necessary. Everything.
Every second and minute and hour...hide under the covers.
DON'T try and be brave...just run and run and run away.
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