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How I'd love to experience a heartquake |
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But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache |
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These untimely little deaths |
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Would leave me out of breath |
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Life would flash before my eyes |
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You might become a liability |
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And I a reliability |
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Still I'd know how it feels |
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The absence |
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Is highly present |
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It smothers me |
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Absorbs me like a black hole |
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The absence of longing |
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Fills up time and space |
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Tons and tons of emptiness |
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Weigh upon me |
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You're a bumpkin groping and falling |
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But you're my pumpkin prescious adoring |
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Wish for you to say it |
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First Better to have failed in true love |
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Than never knowing what you long for |
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Better to feel pain |
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Than to feel nothing |