love's too fast and I'm too slow
love's too fast

I've got some thoughts on my mind
that I cannot get out from behind
they kick me down from time to time
I get back up and walk the dotted line
that we follow, the path is hollow
I dance in sorrow,
I feel like I'm fiending and I'm trapped in a bottle
this freedom is deceiving, is it honest, am I not gold?
I thought I was yo. but I've been dumped so many times
I feel i'm unsold,

left on the shelf to mold,
nobody wants this soul, I've plenty love to give
but nobody cares anymore, I've shut that door
it's like it's some kind of folklore,
you want me to believe in it? what FOR?
there's plenty of fish in the sea
plenty of fishes that are dumb whores,
or they look through me so deeply that I'm unsure
of myself, it's hell

I'm a quiet, introspective, introverted, nervous and quirky shell
of a man, how do I sell something like that?
it's better off trashed in the can, it's a fucking sad fact
goddamn, I can't hope any longer, I felt like I was getting stronger
but all of a sudden it dawned on me that I was still lonely,
showed me my heart hurt and I faultered

here I shower in my own self pity
I fell down again, on the ground, felt gritty,
dirty from flirting with girls who truly hurt me
searching the world for fervour that soothes and warms me
not even a warning, that when I was soaring,
I'd get shot down just like a clay pigeon
lost and not found when she made her decision
I was so goddamn boring, so ignore me.

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these thoughts follow me around (love's too fast)
they chain me down (and I'm too slow)
I can't run fast enough to love (love's too fast, I just can't go on)

I'm too slow
I just don't know

so I hide like a caveman going through phases
where I can't breathe and I'm going insane, yeah
stuck in my dang head in this dark room,
I'm ashamed of the harpoon in my brain, man
even if I'm famous, there'll be a deep sadness
I'll feel I'm trapped, damn all the stupid opinions
laughing, feels like the sharp end of a knife that's stabbin'

a path into my stomach, rupturing my guts and
optimism's been cut, I'm vomiting this up,
I must summon a bucket, my lottery ticket's fixing a heap of unluck
my livelihood is so fucked up, think my timing is good? fuck no it sucks

shucks, she likes me? I see this girl coyly eyeballin' me,
she's treating me nicely, I can't believe, it's kinda frightening
but I hold my feelings in so tightly, she might think, I'm kinda mean
that's not my intention, I'm highly interested in a relationship

it drives me insane, she shys away, cause I'm miles away
all these thoughts cross my mind, they strain my brain, so she asks,
'hey,you okay?'
'do you find me boring?'
'are my stories making you snore and do you want to ignore me?'
'you do nothing for me, you don't think I'm pretty,
you're such a pity party, do you think I'm a whore? please!
why do you find happiness in torturing me?'

I don't

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