Living in my lucid reality
Stuck in a fantasy
Because I look for heaven everywhere
And I never find it
But that's because, deny it as I might
I know where I left it
With you
But it's been way too long and
I'm too far gone far gone to ask for it back
So I substitute it with pretty kisses
From the pretty mouths
Of these pretty boys
Who paint me watercolour dreams with
Their soft tongues
And empty words
Then have the cheek to wonder
Why I never really feel for them and
Why nothing's really real with them
Now I don't want you to get bigheaded and think that
Because of you I was able to define love or
That I try to shape me and them into
The perfectly imperfect outline of us
But shit
I do
I unconciously search for the soul of you in the lovers I choose
But still hope that this will be the one who
Breaks the mold
I'm chasing something that's so beautiful
That it's enough to stop me from writing about you
