END

END personifies the dramatics behind falling in love, the longing for more interactions with this being. over time the lust grows into a cry for understanding, asking “who do you live for?”, with regard to living for oneself or others (in this case, the sudden lover).

(monachopsis)

my life comes to an end

where the sun meets the horizon

and there’s joy and enlightenment

with your silhouette so violent

my isolation’s inviting to some

somehow i still know no one

but we’re familiar

from vox to fillers

the kids are just something else

but why can’t this be us?

a bunch of ignorance and love

and elegance like doves

sentimental pass

you catch me down a glass

don’t bother me again

i miss the isolation of summer when

you took me to the sunset

and held me close

beams kiss my nose

you mimic the prose on my lips

i love the way you swing your hips

when you dance baby

i wish we could lay all day

sadly, i cannot stay for long as

my life comes to an end

where the sun meets the horizon

and there’s joy and enlightenment

with your silhouette so violent

my isolation’s inviting to some

somehow i still know no one

but we’re familiar

from vox to fillers

(out of place without a doubt you just don’t understand

mind unfolding inside out no need to hold my hand

im in love without a doubt you just don’t understand

trust me i’m gon make a name for myself in the end)

who do you live for?