Living In Fantasy
The kind of life I currently live
Has peanut butter, sugar
Sweeties and sodas
Calories and fat that are non-existant
Freshwater fish and schools of blue whales
Trees and grasslands full of flowers, they're dancing
Seasons fade
And the cycling months go
Winter and fall just lasts longer
Than summer and spring ever will
Tall houses with plumbing with old accents around it
A closet stuffed with flattering things
Boys and the occasional celebrity
Come and go..
Heh, heh,
there are no babies here
Bands never break-up and die
Judgmental people don't exist anymore
Christmas lights are all around to make my nights brighter
But, I should tell you about the...portal at the edge of town
I can watch my mom be happy with my infant half-sister/brother because it never caused her any problems.
I just hate that when I see them
I remember the suffering, and of the pain; the greed and the hardships while being constantly slapped with suspicions and accusations.
I used to be a number in that world.
Once, I jumped through the hoops of living for other people's acceptance, but when I got older and stopped giving a fuck,
I decided that my last jump would be off the roof of my apartment building.
This is where I am now.
Where I live, this limbo...the lobby to Hell...
I have the life I've always wanted here.
Just perfect for me.
Has peanut butter, sugar
Sweeties and sodas
Calories and fat that are non-existant
Freshwater fish and schools of blue whales
Trees and grasslands full of flowers, they're dancing
Seasons fade
And the cycling months go
Winter and fall just lasts longer
Than summer and spring ever will
Tall houses with plumbing with old accents around it
A closet stuffed with flattering things
Boys and the occasional celebrity
Come and go..
Heh, heh,
there are no babies here
Bands never break-up and die
Judgmental people don't exist anymore
Christmas lights are all around to make my nights brighter
But, I should tell you about the...portal at the edge of town
I can watch my mom be happy with my infant half-sister/brother because it never caused her any problems.
I just hate that when I see them
I remember the suffering, and of the pain; the greed and the hardships while being constantly slapped with suspicions and accusations.
I used to be a number in that world.
Once, I jumped through the hoops of living for other people's acceptance, but when I got older and stopped giving a fuck,
I decided that my last jump would be off the roof of my apartment building.
This is where I am now.
Where I live, this limbo...the lobby to Hell...
I have the life I've always wanted here.
Just perfect for me.