Sérotonine - Descartes A Kant

Through your eyes,

I’m amazing

I look better than I am

When you´re around,

I’m not lazy;

I’m a better version of myself

Mirror me through your eyes

Your soul projects significance

Like a long lost soul mate,

you overcompensate my lost self

I embellish you and everything around

It’s a power I’ve been working lately on

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out of my head

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out of my head

She’s debating if she loves you

She’s debating if you care

She’s debating if it’s real,

if it’s math,

if it’s love

in the shape of an obsession

or neurological connections

were deformed by the past

Where deformed by the past

Where deformed by the past

Expended self

Love is just an incessant need of expansion

Genetically,

love is made of our ceaseless

need of glucose molecules

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out of my head

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out

Get the fuck out of my head

She’s debating if she loves you

She’s debating if you care

She’s debating what’s important,

what is real

what is you

what is her and her needs

what’s the chemical imbalance from no serotonine

if it’s worth so many tears

if it’s worth for her to bleed