Nature vs. Nurture - The Fall of Troy

And it begins

I toss and turn

But things could be much worse

Hurry up and wait

This convoluted state, induced by you

And the loaded things we say

Whoaaa, whoaaaa, whoaaaaaaaaaaa (x2)

You’re gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday (x2)

The siren sings to pull you in

As things are wearing thin

The time it takes

Before you break

Let me introduce myself

My name is fate

Whoaaa, whoaaaawhoaaaaaaaaaaa (x2)

You’re gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday (x2)

You’ve gotta take your time with things like these

All that you want is someone to ask for apologies

For things that don’t exist

They just don’t make sense

So much pretense

April 5th

I arise with chapped lips

And the babbling of nonsense over the TV’s dull hiss

The events of April 4th align just a little more

Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street

Though they speak not to me

They go deeper than my worry

With a friend of a friend who at a bar last night told me that they loved me

But it must’ve been the Bacardi

That had her hanging off me, and saying things she’d do to me

Why do these still haunt me!!!