Post-Eruption
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Post-Eruption
If wanting you makes me clingy,
Guess I’m just the monkey on your back always waiting to attack
Can’t relax
Can’t mellow emotion
Wish my affection was a potion that could make you a psychiatrist
Don’t act like this is some fleeting tryst.
But I’m as human as my eyes
Depression comes and goes.
So sorry I’m multifaceted
Not a faucet stuck on lukewarm, moderated to please.
Such a burden to lend an ear?
Guess what, a hundred men are digging canals for ships to envy
Unlimited sympathy much louder than your selfish symphony.
So sit down
Listen close
Treat me like I matter
Every tear you leak out is a tear that makes me madder.
I need better, know better, want a qualified batter
Next time I go to love you, remind me to wince
Thanks for being my make-believe prince.
I hate that I’m a volcano overflowing rotten lava
How twisted can you be to act like it’s a mountain climb to talk to me?
If I hear your voice just once in seven days,
It’s a pathetic trophy for all my praise.
Post-eruption air’s toxic
You’re toxic
But I breathe.
The anger’s subsiding, the wound is cooling in your mold.
Smile, it’s fine. I can do that too.
You’ll be a good influence.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Nothing’s gonna crackle on a damp pile of wood
Would you ever believe that in my dreams where you live
I always give more than you ever could?