Divine

What's this feeling inside here this thing that's not permitted, just hides there
Sailed through life not allowed to have a slice of some silly infatuation
Not looking for mind masturbation, something real,
something to hold strong to
They say good things come to those who wait but tell that to my insides
and the heart that's known nothing but the shatter before the bitter sweet break.

I'd say you have better things to do than spin around in my head
Distracting my conscious, obstructing my view,
hell I can't lie and say it's not a pleasant little side trip
Maybe it would be better if you stepped though my imagination and took my hand instead? We can be scared shitless together, wrapped in our own disillusionment.

I'm crazy and moody, controlling and needy
I foam at the mouth and am overly clingy
Leaning to be positive, optimistic, patient, less greedy.

Perfection is fiction
Sin is Divine
Flaws are beautiful
Someday, just maybe you'll say you are mine.