Honestly

Honestly, what is the fucking point?
People don’t act like they really are
A bar is filled with smoke and mirrors
Half hearted attempts to seem human
To have an aura of intrigue for attraction
It’s all fake
All is a pile of bullshit
All is sped up and pitch shifted to dissonance
The notes make no sense anymore
The melody intoxicates and jitters
The rhythm tries too hard
Not knowing where to turn
Shots that make me shiver in fright
Nostrils tangled up with the demons
All for what?
To meet a woman to have a family with?
HERE?!
This den of sin that attracts the lowest rungs
These walls hold the mold of counterpoint
Wanting one direction, moving the other
Contrapuntal movements tangle the stride
Trip over your own ambitions
One of the only dreams you ever had
And now the clock ticks your derailments
Side step after evacuation
Squandering what could have been
Some stability traded for tons of turbulence
A desire to crash while begging for the sky
Jesus, you really need to narrow your vision
You can’t have love and loneliness at the same time.

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