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He's the Best Rock Song Ever Created and I'm the Witty Lyrics
Rainy days shower down here all year. It's constant cloudy season. It's just always that dark gray and that rainy day stink. You hear the patter on the windows and the roof. It's just lightning and thunder. Constant white noise. The weather affects my mood more than anything. I feel like I'm the rain. I'm a puddle of apathy.
I'm not a liar. I don't try to lie anyway. Especially to myself. I won't pretend I'm happy, especially when it comes to you. I'm sure you mean well and all. But like the soggy weather, you f*** with my head. Everything I was sure was certain crumbles to bits. I can't say anything, I can't even think. I feel so weak, I hate it. I'll live just so he could see it. I'd write it so he could sing it.
It's hot and humid. I can't be bothered by the weather, but I break a sweat around you. First its ignorance then its admiration. Flutters of colors fill my brain and I'm in a trance. I'm in the background and he's on the main stage. I'm silent and still. He's loud and laced with the bliss of being him. I'm a man of very few words with him. I feel like he's all that needs to be said. His character is well-written complex, but sweet and simple. I feel like I'm lagging behind in this race. I'm stuck in the cards in his hands.
I begged for the day to pass faster, for the sky to turn blue to gray to black. I prayed for the cool breeze that comes with the dark gloomy dark. The night is an easy way to get out of things, even if you love those things. It's an easy escape. The stars are ghosts, ghosts of mistakes, ghosts of unbridled cut-short dreams of painters, writers, and lovers. They wither in the night sky because the sky is safe.
The sky doesn't feel the same since I've met you. It feels like what it is, a graveyard.
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