afternoon delight
sitting here in my pajama's at 2 in the afternoon
contemplating my many imperfections
wondering, wondering what to do
with my life
questions that have no answer
nothing is black and white
it's all multiple choice, this test I'm failing
where are the daisies now
those wise oracles of youth
loving and loving not
it was simpler then
to leave fate up to natural order
how many petals were there?
I don't know anymore
loving, not loving
I don't love at all
whom should I love?
and also, there is this
can I?
do we reach a point where the damage
is irrevokable, permanent
is anything permanent?
or is my heart totaled
like a car spun out of control
on an icy mountain road
that plowed through the safety barrier
and plummeted
burning
down the steep canyon
to sink in the icy river below?
submerged
my wheels turn, the ones in my head
two questions then
with no answers
yet
I wonder what could be
or if there's still hope
for what I don't know
love I suppose
love
love, love, love
why do we need it so very badly?
do you think like this?
why, when we have it...
or think we have it
do we let it go, or just murder it
like a whore's inconvenience
no, no, no
it's true you know
the having of the thing we seek
gets in the way of the search
and we love the search
the idea
the ideal of love
but never the reality
prince charming on the toilet...
that's real
not that we'll talk about it
but it's true
we're all fucked up
I am anyway
will the tarot work
does it speak truth
can it answer these questions
that I can never quite get right
my mind spins sometimes
with wondering
am I too broken
to ever be happy
what is happy?
is happy a night on the town
several margarita's
smoking a bowl
is that happy?
it feels happy...at the moment
well, maybe not happy, but better anyway.
the comfort of oblivion
the silencing of the voices
that beg for answers
to the three questions
that don't have answers
yet
am I too hard on myself
or not hard enough
loving and loving not
do you feel like this?
do you waste away in your apathy
paralysed
because of these unanswerable questions
stuck wondering if you're worth anything at all
or if your imperfections
your flaws
those wrinkles and sagging skin
the scars of a life lived
define you more than what's
inside
where you tell yourself
all the potential
hides
loving...not loving
unloveable...loveable
questions
no answers
does it matter?
who am I
if I never love
and am never
good enough
to be loved
I know the answer to that question
I am just like you.
contemplating my many imperfections
wondering, wondering what to do
with my life
questions that have no answer
nothing is black and white
it's all multiple choice, this test I'm failing
where are the daisies now
those wise oracles of youth
loving and loving not
it was simpler then
to leave fate up to natural order
how many petals were there?
I don't know anymore
loving, not loving
I don't love at all
whom should I love?
and also, there is this
can I?
do we reach a point where the damage
is irrevokable, permanent
is anything permanent?
or is my heart totaled
like a car spun out of control
on an icy mountain road
that plowed through the safety barrier
and plummeted
burning
down the steep canyon
to sink in the icy river below?
submerged
my wheels turn, the ones in my head
two questions then
with no answers
yet
I wonder what could be
or if there's still hope
for what I don't know
love I suppose
love
love, love, love
why do we need it so very badly?
do you think like this?
why, when we have it...
or think we have it
do we let it go, or just murder it
like a whore's inconvenience
no, no, no
it's true you know
the having of the thing we seek
gets in the way of the search
and we love the search
the idea
the ideal of love
but never the reality
prince charming on the toilet...
that's real
not that we'll talk about it
but it's true
we're all fucked up
I am anyway
will the tarot work
does it speak truth
can it answer these questions
that I can never quite get right
my mind spins sometimes
with wondering
am I too broken
to ever be happy
what is happy?
is happy a night on the town
several margarita's
smoking a bowl
is that happy?
it feels happy...at the moment
well, maybe not happy, but better anyway.
the comfort of oblivion
the silencing of the voices
that beg for answers
to the three questions
that don't have answers
yet
am I too hard on myself
or not hard enough
loving and loving not
do you feel like this?
do you waste away in your apathy
paralysed
because of these unanswerable questions
stuck wondering if you're worth anything at all
or if your imperfections
your flaws
those wrinkles and sagging skin
the scars of a life lived
define you more than what's
inside
where you tell yourself
all the potential
hides
loving...not loving
unloveable...loveable
questions
no answers
does it matter?
who am I
if I never love
and am never
good enough
to be loved
I know the answer to that question
I am just like you.
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