feeling
perhaps this is the knife to our throats
my eyes closing to find myself afraid to breathe
fear that the knife will move and cut porcelain skin
while you just keep laughing while that love stays in your eyes
and your weapon is so close to me,
as my tears fall they land on the blade
and i feel so scared, so god-damned scared that you’ll slice me
but more afraid that that love will leave your eyes
and you’ll just keep laughing
its all about feeling because we don’t think anymore
our parents are hippies and we’ve been raised to just feel
that’s our problem, that’s our solution to just feel it
and i miss feeling you.