You know what I’m trying to say, I just can’t get it out. You do do you? I doubt it. Severely.
I should always have more faith.
I fall silent. Write it all out. Hear it in the bitter synthesizers. Feel it in the volume of my gaze gone distant. Sick to death of being left with nothing. Stumbling blindly toward a greater something.
Impromptu improvisationals see me changing up my tune.
You like that don’t you? I doubt it. Not severely but I do, do you? Wish I could invade that head of yours, wonder if i have. Garrison that heart of yours. But I still doubt it.
The temple on the far side of the desert in my heart is empty. I am sat brooding on the throne of some ancient ruin, on a world far away. I’ve no doubt.
All I want right now is to kiss you. There I fucking said it. It’s not all I want though, and you know it. So don’t doubt it.
Just give in to me. Like you want to.