loveage II

i need to feel like i belong.
but i just don't.
so flood me.
lucious lips.
desire.
lace.
the works.
i want out of this world and into yours.
but i will dive headfirst into the abyss again.
and i will taste defeat again.
and i will try to deny it again.
but i will cherish every second of the moments.
because after all it's all about moments.
creating memories for the hell of it.
connect the songs to the pictures in your head.
and it makes you travel in time.
and it won't make you feel any better.
but that's what you have to work with.
but i'd rather sing the sad songs and dance to the dark beats than have nothing at all.
after all, we're just passing by, sharing lips, tasting sin, packing bags, leaving homes, building dreams, wrecking lives, becoming husbands and wives with nothing in common except the will to have and to hold, but it won't.
and you know you're instantly doomed from the moment you get out of the womb to live among the eternally damned.
moments.
i want you in my moments.
to be the picture in my head when i hear that song.
i want you to scrape the love from the bottom of my black soul.
i just want to make you smile so you can make me smile.