Hope Less

[dull boy]

I went from…

Placing’em on pedestals, to hating’em, it’s sexual
My taste for lust is never full, I hate their guts, especially you

They were…

Depressed and used, ashamed and wrong’d
By the selected few they’d placed a bond
So I’d collect their gloom, embrace their flaws
Breathe breath into the faith they’d lost
Caress their bruise, I’d make’em strong
‘Til they were impressed and glued to the face they saw
In the mirror, you should hear’em
Get restless, rude, the names they’d call
Looking down on me from pedestals I’d placed’em on

This dilemma’s too vast to wrap my words around
The complexities of love squared by passion’s thirst for now
I’m passive, currents drowned a habit, hurting’s pal
Imagined worthless now, not the match she deserves to’ve found
I’m not strong, I’m not tough, I’m not calm, I’m not what
She’d call love, I’m washed up, I’m all but
Forgotten by the ones who knew me then
The things she saw in me I think I lost on Lucy’s lips
We can’t love, marriage fails, it’s prophecy
It slams shut, we’re hand cuffed by fairytale philosophies
The air gets stale, it’s hard to breathe
With cramped lungs, dispair’s the trail we walk with grief
I’m surrounded by white walls without any lights on
Emotions lie drowned in a fountain of dry falls
Couldn’t swallow what followed the feelings of love
A bleeding heart attacked revealing mis-trust
For some, concealing’s enough
A secret artifact being sealed up and shut
From those appealing to us, but the only way to heal it’s to numb…

… And I’m a perfectionist, the pessimist won’t risk a second kiss