Songs · Longing
Right Behind You
I can hear it all the time.
I can see it in my mind.
When I don't know where you are,
I'm still coming for you.
I'm on my way, I can't wait another day.
I'm telling you straight, I don't believe in fate – so I make – my path.
Trudging through the jungle working to get back.
It ain't exact, it's a trust in the process and a lack of other options.
Love is a fog, unfortunate. I'm lost in – all I know is I must keep moving.
The cost is caustic, through skin. It's chewing woo we.
Pain gains ground, just as I'm pursuing. Makes its rounds like a boxing movie.
If he dies, he dies. The cost doesn't allude me. I'm screwed like either way. I might
as well pursue light. Until I fade, I'm fighting through my tombs tight.
It's strong I don't know no type like it. Sometimes it's exciting until it's striking me
down. Should I follow love or does it drag me around?
I can hear it all the time.
I can see it in my mind.
When I don't know where you are,
I'm still coming for you.
I know love well,
but I don't know where it's gone.
Where does it take me?
Did it kill me lately?
I can hear it all the time.
I can see it in my mind.
When I don't know where you are,
I'm still coming for you.
I'm scared to follow it.
It's no apologist,
it uses a whip instead of fists,
beats me down,
calls me a twit. Then says "how great is this?”
to which I say “amazing.”
I might be masochistic. And it knows I love it. Got me saying thank you like a turkey
with the stuffing.
Fuck it. Do I like being punished? or are there parts of joy that I simply can't
stomach?
I'm flummoxed. someone shock me quick, I can't reach the button.
I might erupt all the sudden.
To you it seems sudden but it's been
a long time coming hunting Something making me feel something other than
numbing. I'm hungry for love,
even if it kills me.
The bitter cost of life forever distilling. I can't help but follow behind you, your
silhouettes addicting. Breeze on the beach roll my tides, I'm shifting. I had a dream
we closed eyes and we're kissing. I'm missing the days of more comforting sleep.
Because now I wake to find tears in my sheets.
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