Kinda Tomorrow

Written by Nick Plumlee

Everything's mixed up in my head.
Do I believe in love at first sight,
    Or should you walk by again?
I love you.  I need you.
Just go away, why don't you?

"Sorry.  We're kinda having a party,
    Can I call you tomorrow?"
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Sorry.  I'm kinda in the middle of something.
    Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll call you when I get home."
Sorry, I kinda enjoy fucking with your brain.
    Can I call you tomorrow?

Demons, escaping from dreams, conquer my mind.
They all look like you, but shards of my soul
    Dangle from fangs and claws.
Will my blood sooth the demons?
Suicide would solve my problems.
    But why die when I can make
    Everyone as miserable as we enjoy
    You making me?

"I want to be with you but I can't."
"I don't really know what I want."
"You can't love me.  You don't know me."
"I'm happy where I am."

How does it taste?  I choked on it.
What is live without obsession?
Nothing matters unless I can Hear you,
See you, Touch you, Feel you, Taste you, Sense you, Have you.
Damn you.

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