dog heart II

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 04, 2018

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Submitted: October 04, 2018



(dog heart 2)

you know we’re just like children

holding hands, and yelling through the street

can’t help but look you up and down

lost you for a moment between neon lights

I wonder where you've been

and where you choose to sleep at night

you make me dream about driving my car into concrete

I love you but you don’t care about me

not anymore…

you bring me to tears

and I've hurt you like no other will

deep down we're still those kids

I just can't recall what brought us here

it's awful that you had to go

wasn't easy, no, life isn't easy I know

your laugh and smile I can't replace

I still see your face

you're still the first thought I think

and the last before I fall asleep

wonder if you ever think of me

I had a dream about you last night

sometimes that still happens


man, it's hard to sleep sometimes

not sure I'll make it back from my trip

not a fan of flying

and since I was young I prayed for an end

all part of my dreams

along with girls who don't love or care about me

there was a time when I could have been something great

these days my mind wonders more into death

blue jean jacket, black Vans and black jeans

my Los Angeles armor is complete…

if I get killed in the Rome or London streets, please know I died happy

it's raining and I'm staring into the sky

hard to settle my wandering mind

where are you now?

are there moments where you think of me?

cause I can still taste the side of your cheek

wish your hands were locked into mines

wish you were sleeping next to me in bed

please god, let me die on my trip

it's hard to stay on the road

I'm just sick of feeling meaningless

everyone will just go through my clothes

no one will care about my writings

and that's how I want it

...I just need to turn off my head

write me if you wanna talk about it

maybe your messages will make me smile

how great it would be if I didn't exist

floating in the ocean or lying underground

let's avoid thinking too much

like thoughts of someone we used to love

we'll patch old wounds

and feel the blood fill up our lungs


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