shifty mindsets of luster

i'm fighting off this sketchy version of myself
that fights the feelings, i want to show so bad
and when i tell you whole heartedly that there's honestly a part of me
that is inconsistent with the rest
would you believe every line?
would you eat my words with your bread and wine?
signs of your unconsistant god
and words of my discontent youth
are you willing to approach the waking dead with a steady hand, and a consistent heart
and you ready to take this step, take my hand and lead me to the dark
i may not act it, but i am my age, and the typical melodramatics that come with it
is this what you've been looking forward to, a dark room and an hour of confessions
a chance to play god
just the time to tell me what you want
are you stringing me along, in the hopes that you'll find me in my weakest state of mind
the unsound and unclear state of self medication and an empty bottle to lay by my bed side
which is just another night time lullaby, the clink of the bottle as it hits the floor
this is far to predictable
just another spoiled rotten relationship of another misconception of love
someday i'll wake to find your cold imprints in the sheets next to me and wonder where you went
only to remember that you were only a dream
and that this was fraudulent at best and at it's worst it was something wonderful