Music/title: The Wolves; Ben Howard
Wash.. Rinse.. Repeat..
And out of the depression we come.
. … …
I still fight the urges.
Those tiny prickling sensations when we’re just close enough..
I feel my lungs slow; my heart speed up..
And I want to scream- To get as far away from it as I possibly can.
I want to go back to when I never wanted it.
To when you didn’t want it.
To when my own body didn’t betray me so much-
You say you’d love me regardless..
But what if I don’t? ..What if I never forgive myself for it?
. …. …
Sometimes I want the pain; all the awful memories…
To remember how wonderful everything is going to be now.
And, sometimes.. Sometimes I want those tiny, prickling sensations too.
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And here we are again..