Feelings, feelings, fucking feelings.
What the hell to do?
Rip them out and throw them down,
and beat them til they're blue.
Maybe I could let them fester, keeping them boxed in;
until they find ways to seep out
and crawl right through my skin.
I'd try to catch them, reel them back, hold them close and tight;
but the harder that I try to grip
they slip through out of spite.
Feelings, feelings, what the fuck?
Get them out of me.
Okay, I lied, now bring them back,
I don't want her to see.
Fester, fester, keep them in.
What should I do now?
All these feelings changing me,
and this I can't allow.
Feelings, fuck it, break the chains.
What is there to lose?
Her trust, her laugh, her inside jokes,
her deep, dark chocolate hues,
the way she walks into a room
and I can't help but smile.
No, feelings aren't worth losing that.
Just fester for awhile.