MEANTIME FASCINATION
In summer, love lends itself to be multicoloured
Reflecting the latest fashions, and light
Frustration over words left unsaid
The ones we use are dead
But you’re smiling at me
And can I interest you in security
In this drunken state of integrity?
Is there anything even left of me
Worth the squander?
In symptom, screams dull to the smallest whimper
Obsession won’t stop the tears from falling tonight
And I feel surrounded (and I feel surrounded)
Standing on the outside looking in
And you’re smiling at me
And something washes over me
This loss of control fading to apathy
And all of the promises made to me
Didn’t matter
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