Sundials
• Written by PseudoIntellectual
Fate slips through fingertips
What’s the use of holding on?
Way beyond the spring of this
Falling off for way too long
Take another swing and miss
Bitch about the way it’s wrong
Leave you with a single kiss
Tell myself it’s staying strong
Time to go and find myself
Straying for too many days
Grind and realign my health
Areas of shaded gray
Pave the way to paradise
Or what I think it means to me
Baited by a parasite
Leeching off the scenery
Never been a beta male
Crying doesn’t make me soft
Everything you gave you failed
Lie and then you shake it off
Carried weight without your help
Lifting’s never been your thing
Buried hate and how I felt
Sifting through, upending flings
Fake it til you’re finally found
This what your dependence brings?
Laid there as you tied me down
Hypnotized, the pendant swings
Thought you were a friend to me
Should’ve known it wasn’t true
Talked to me so tenderly
Now it’s just a fuzzy tune
Lyrics seem to slip my mind
Humming like I know the words
Spirit from a different time
Summoned in a hopeless girl
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PseudoIntellectual
Member since January 9 2018