| I let intentions hold more power than actions
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| and that’s why I fall asleep alone
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| I sit here idly finding timely
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| spacing and phrasing while writing and scribbling
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| words of watered down angst and heartbreak
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| while my spirit runs wildly
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| How I envy my free spirit
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| And how I envy what I was supposed to be
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| My heart inhabiting life’s snaking lucid dreams
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| liquid ambitions secret fiction and other seamless things
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| packed in stitch packed in a propaganda to sell my friends on the statement
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| that life holds meaning
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| And I can write about the life I’m living
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| but most often it feels like I’m just writing
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| not living
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| But that’s never stopped me before
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| That’s never stopped me before so I continue writing
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| and seeing that after love and learning so many things I never wanted to know
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| And now I’m a self-taught professional at letting go
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| Accepting that only black and white in life is now grapevines wrapping around
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| my mind and numbing me into falling into falling in love,
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| a sacred bond now a cultural joke
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| Still trying to live but functioning enough to keep pushing
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| I wish I could finally inhale and exhale freely
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| but sometimes I need to choke
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| I need to be reminded that this is not another formulated system I’ve come upon
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| in order to feel accepted
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| Or maybe it is
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| Because I’ve become pretty good at keeping my demons at bay
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| And I always tell myself I got them to go away
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| But every time I move on to a new point in my life
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| I want them to stay
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| And everyday I’ll invite them into my home stupidly just so I don’t feel so
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| alone
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| Cause now I’m drowning
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| Hoping somebody comes by
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| Or sees me as something worth saving
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| And the interesting thing about falling in love
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| is that sometimes moving on keeps me from moving forward
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| I found out I’m not so grave
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| And I wanted to say this to your face but my pride scared me away
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| So just promise me you’ll tell me you love me
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| Even if you’re lying
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| Because it’s all I wanna hear
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| So just promise me you’ll tell me you love me
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| Even if you’re lying
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| Because it’s all I wanna hear
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| Promise me you’ll tell me you love me
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| Because I love you,
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| my dear
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| And I know it’s petty
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| I know it’s petty
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| But then again, so were we. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Never Thought I Would Be Okay, artist - Hotel Books. Album song Everything We Could Have Done Differently, in the genre