you waste your life wondering about what will never be the same.
and you can taste what you're thinking when it's about what will never go away.
and you can dance with the elvis of denial, and you can dance with the devil of regret.
but just know that there's a chance that they are both me.
coping with the dreams of the comatose.
hoping for the schemes of the hypnotist.
and when all the girls you know seem to melt in the rain and all the friends you have seem to be blowing in the winds of change.
you can never be sure if you or they are prepared to stay.
well are you prepared to stay?
with the elvis of denial and the devil of regret?
coping with the dreams of comatose. hoping for the schemes of the hypnotist.
both are a kind of sleep that i so desperately need.
and maybe the bridges we burn will light the way.
but i've always been deathly afraid of change.
