Get Me Out

of my mind.

"get outta your head. its a bad neighborhood"

mine's quite pleasant. ideal. with just enough un-finished hems and mis-swept hair and cluttered rooms to make it real.

"I wanna get in your mind, your heart, your soul. And I dont see you wearing any pants in that equation". Is this perfect? Or perfectly disgusting?
Lines blurr.

"us lemons, we constantly need to remind ourselves we're alive. that we exist"
have you ever gotton to the point of seriously considering crashing your car, just to feel the pain? to remind yourself that feelings can exist. that you exist.
I'm not there anymore, but I have been. And the lemon is still up for grabs.

the conjugal visits worked. [read deeply]
its just not cutting it anymore. it did, for a very long time. but the deeper they go, the more it fills in the creases, the want it needs to be real, more than anything. I find more feelings for the loss of what is not real, but how I wish it was.
I need something real. Tangible. I've never needed something to hold in my hand more than now.

Get me out of my mind.
Really? Just needing happy reality interspersed.