You're not unlucky

you're just not very smart
these things will never leave you
they're as close as you can get

 

Wait, what?

 

to a blueprint of the future
but you can call it fate

 

If you'll excuse me, I have to go cry myself to sleep.

 

To a blueprint from the future,
But you can call it fate

EDIT: oh eff.

 

it's like these days i have to write down almost every thought i've held,
so scared i am becoming of forgetting how it felt

 

And these tears they will unravel me one day,
But I am not afraid

 

But I'm blessed,
just to be, more or less

 

Standing in the afterglow of rapture

 

Looook in my eeeyyes
You're killing me
KILLING ME
All I wanted was YOUUUUUUUUUUUU

 

with the words the rapture left

 

Oh bleeeeeeeeeeeeeesssed
Just to be, more or less.

 

standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left

now you're blessed amongst all women,
now a man who's very good

 

He tells you how you feel until your life is understood

 

And he leads you through it arm in arm as though
There was a map to guide the way.

 

You write because you love him
And you write because he's kind

 

And thou whispered.
"What the **** are you talking about"

 

You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind,
And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.

 

I don't even know what's going on. So I'm continuously going to interrupt,