Lifestyle / Entertainment - Nolto, factor, Soso

I love this movie.

This is my favorite part

I know I should pay attention to my date but it’s dark

Avoiding real life, I can always live safely through art

And fall in love with pretty girls without breakin my heart

The mendacity of actually believing I’m in love with the act

And not the character incapable of loving me back

Or that my date doesn’t wonder if it’s something she lacks

That makes me wanna watch the screen and not jump in the sack

A discomforting fact discovering that we’d rather be

Watching an imitation instead of our reality

Imagine me, consciously, seeking out discomfort or fear

Or hoping to be saddened to the point of shedding a tear

Nobody wants to feel genuinely frightened or sad

But if the movie doesn’t move me then the movie is bad

That’s just a matter of fact

What fear working tear jerking movie could be sadder than that?

This almost feels like the real thing.

Who am I kidding?

At this point it takes every last ounce of impulse control

To keep me from putting my foot through your Grandmother’s t.

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If I could sink these crooked teeth deep in your arm

I just might.

Trust me.

I’ve never felt so impotent and crazy

Alcohol keps me suitably numb and hazy

Cringing at the thought of my own desperate acts

I can rationalize anything

Any act so profane, hurtful, disrespectful

Of my shameful wasteful acts, I am not proud

It hurts to say certain things out loud

And I’m scared.

You know I haven’t been sober in over ten years

(I wish my people’d stop avoidin the truth)

(I deal with the real and never feel the emotion)