essence sex

Shouldn't be alive
with all allucinations and allocations taking me on a tide,
Following of events, or so... mistakes and shit emends.

Poor of my looney soul
Lime my sides and blow what you think is wrong
But there's still some ashes in my bong
And it's such a waiste of fun.

Keep your anesthesia, keep what you need,
Never thought of i'd to pull up the sleeves
To get out of the amnesia
and remember where we once kissed.

But this makes me cry
shouldn't be this hard to go back to your side.
Looks like it's so more complicated than that
climbing from toys to essence sex.

Too fast.

But this actually makes me cry
shouldn't be this harsh to let you promply go by
looks like it's full moon, i let you know that
my love for you still lasts... 

Well...
Too soon.