Exhausted
I'm tired of my infatuations
Infatuations insinuate
A fleeting feeling
Like dealing of cards and shuffling back into the deck
Please give my heart a rest
I'm tired of fast paces and rapidity
Please give me 20 bpm
And a sense of tranquility
When I hold your hand
I want to melt, not shake
I want cool composure
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuations
Or the craving of sensations
Gives me far too much idealistic elation
It's not even love
I wanna lay my head on your chest to hear a slow and steady pace
To mimic the way time will be
Slow, yet the hours will appear to be minute
Time will diminish
My senses to be acute, yet vinous
Even venomous words can seem like a frosting finish
On the sweet cake of life
I want someone who is the cherry on top
Not someone who makes me feel like they're the entirety of the bakery
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuations
Or the craving of sensations
Gives me too much idealistic elation
It's not love
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuation
Or the craving of sensations
It gives me far too much idealistic elation
It's not even love
Infatuations insinuate
A fleeting feeling
Like dealing of cards and shuffling back into the deck
Please give my heart a rest
I'm tired of fast paces and rapidity
Please give me 20 bpm
And a sense of tranquility
When I hold your hand
I want to melt, not shake
I want cool composure
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuations
Or the craving of sensations
Gives me far too much idealistic elation
It's not even love
I wanna lay my head on your chest to hear a slow and steady pace
To mimic the way time will be
Slow, yet the hours will appear to be minute
Time will diminish
My senses to be acute, yet vinous
Even venomous words can seem like a frosting finish
On the sweet cake of life
I want someone who is the cherry on top
Not someone who makes me feel like they're the entirety of the bakery
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuations
Or the craving of sensations
Gives me too much idealistic elation
It's not love
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuation
Or the craving of sensations
It gives me far too much idealistic elation
It's not even love
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Writer(s): Stephanie Gonzales
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