I would give a night's length to give a fuck

I don't need this new hip shit.
I don't want this fucking fashion statement written across my forehead.
Maybe all of this tension has been built up to burst.
And to exhale, oh, to exhale.

I don't need your fucking excuses, and you're avoiding me.
Be a man. Look at me when you're talking.
Right in my eyes. Right in these eyes.

I don't need this realization.
This passtime you think we can share.
We share nothing. Nothing but this air we breathe.
There's something but I don't even care.
And it's the words I wanted to say, that kept me away.

I think too much for someone to think I'm normal
24/7 I'm all about it, all around it.
I don't care, it's my life.
And I don't want it. I don't need it.
FAR! what?

Drive. Far, and we can love eachother forever.
um, when?

You think it's all a fantasy, and you're right. Nothing is real. This isn't love. This is sex. This isn't caring, this is wanting and doing what you can to get it. To get it.
oh you fucking wish.

So don't look.
ahhh I can't even describe my feelings through millions of words.
This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
Maybe this is mostly caused by the loud music in my head and all around.
Too much alcohol. Too much love. Too much love from consumption of alcohol.

I am far beyond done.
Stars, crumbling, crumbling.
Why are you fuckin...here.
Lie to this. and I'm so sick, sick with this.
The rising skies, and I can see it falling.
These flies, they call.
1249583495898 times a day.

How cruel my thoughts could be.
But how kind my words are.