Life's a soapie.
I'm living in a semi-soap opera right now and I'm not exactly sure what to make of it. As exciting as it is, it plays hard on my emotions and the emotions of others and I don't know what I should be doing about it. Whether it needs any resolving. Whether it needs any attention at all. Whether it will just crumble away in one big anti-climatic heap as with every other soapie that has occurred in my life.
How did I end up like this? I didn't even see it coming although it has been brewing underneath the depths of my perceptions for a long time. Life was boring a while ago but it was peaceful and simple. Why is it that all excitement in life come with extreme emotional highs and lows riding along its coat tail?
The funny thing is... I'm one who is the most completely lost in this 'soap opera'. I don't even know what is going on. I don't have the full picture. It's like I'm in it yet at the same time watching in anticipation what is going to happen next. "Hmm, wonder what's going to happen in my life today/this week, ooh we shall see"
I gotta get a grip around something. My attempts for self-preservation complicates things. I know I gotta approach but a part of me just wants to sit back and go with the flow 'in case things weren't the way I thought they were'.
Yeah but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze
Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
Killers for hire you know that yourself
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies, intimate slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself
xoxox