Make me sweat, feel the heartbeat in your chest, while they're smoking cigarettes on the porch. Make me cry, feel shitty and don't know why. Tell me that there's just no life in your head.
It never gets easier, I know. Hedonistic tendencies follow where I go.
Feel alone, 4000 miles away from home, and everyone you've ever known for your whole life. Lay in your room, feel like you'll grow younger soon, but nothing that you do makes you feel otherwise.
It never gets easier, I know. Masochistic tendencies follow where I go.
And it comes when you least expect, like on lonely bike rides or when you write your friends. Inexplicable at best, just hope that it comes back again.
Make me sweat, feel the heartbeat in your chest, know that this is what I like best.
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