Wild Mood Swings - The Cure

This strange attraction's going round & round & round want, my want! Or your want, too? I feel like we're the cover of The Cure's Wild Mood Swings album. A heart which yellow sin has fevered ...

… in the darkness of missing your body. That darkness stimulates my rebellious pineal gland to secrete neurohormone melatonin, causing me sleeping issues. As a failed Buddhist, I’ve never reached my Nirvana with you, except relating it to my spiritual awakening from the dead, I didn’t know that the pineal gland is the seat of the spirit or the soul, using the third eye as a route to higher awareness and consciousness. So now I connect missing you to the third eye which represents intuition and clairvoyance. Well, now I know, encountering and coping with mood changes like irritability, anxiety, or even depression.

Having enough guts to want you, risking death, I sound pretty self-defeating as everything's working against me. I give you an awesome feeling of self-pity and guilt and despair. All those emotions associated with depressed moods and their cycle of trying to keep ourselves alive that starts all over again. Like wanting is never enough. And wanting and living in a surreal world doesn't help get the sweet stuff you care about done either, sigh. I feel that same sense of self sabotage and anger that one gets when you reach the age where you realize you can't have it all. One never gets enough, one won’t ever be satisfied. Plus, it’s so frustrating not to live such existential boredom with you, describing the lust we can feel fused together from afar, to understand life, the origins of it. Minus, failing to figure out the universe, its stars, its moon, its sun. Multiplied by our parallel love. Divided by the hemispheres. The bitter truth is, this universal feeling comes and goes throughout everyone’s entire life and in any aspect of life. You & I, our precious time in this fucked up world is running out, slowly but surely, getting faster every day, slower every night. We are strange occurrences, only two worlds apart.

Strange Attraction

It started with a dedication
Lost in admiration happy birthday I'm forever yours blossom
Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies
I smiled surprised at how when flickered through
The wings flew by spelled out my name

Six months went by the summer lost
Obsessively the letters dropped into my life
The same soft blood smooth flowing hand
Please try to understand I have to see you have to feel you
Tell you all the ways I need you yours forever in love

Strange attraction spreads it's wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads it's wings
And alters but the smallest things
You never know how anything will fade

The year grew old incessantly she wrote to me
She'd started smoking poetry
I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase
She'd pulled me in
I answered her
A Christmas card in sepia
Arranging when and where
And how the two of us should meet

Her opening so well prepared
A nervous smile
I couldn't take my eyes from her
She whispered
Can I use some of your lipstick?
It was perfect so believable
I couldn't help but feel that it was real
And kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms

Strange attraction spreads it's wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads it's wings
And alters but the smallest things
You never know how anything will fade

So alone into the cold new year without another word from her
I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring
But weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came
And with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same

I'm sorry blame infatuation blame imagination
I was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong
It seems reality destroys our dreams I won't forget you blossom
Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes

Strange attraction spreads it's wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads it's wings
And alters but the smallest things
And you never know, and you never know, and you never know

Round & Round & Round

Round and round and round and round and round we go!
Trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
We've got to show how much we love them all
We squeak with idiot fake surprise
Flap our hands and flutter our eyes
And lap up all their stupid lies
We've got to love them all

And I really don't know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how "It's wonderful to be here!"
I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss

So round and round and round and round and round we go!
Hanging on every shape they throw
It's strange the way we can't say no
Until we love them all

So we laugh at every stupid joke
And smoke and choke and point and poke
And gag on countless lines
How much we love them all!

And I really don't know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how "It's wonderful to be here!"
I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss

Maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools
Or maybe it's the promise of belief
Maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
Or maybe it's the promise of relief
And I know we've said it so many times before
"Once more and never again"
But however many times that we've said it before
Once more is never the end

Want

I'm always wanting more
Anything I haven't got
Everything I want it all
I just can't stop

Planning all my days away
Never find new ways to stay
Never feel enough today
Tomorrow must be more

More drink, more dreams
More bed, more drugs
More lust, more lies
More hate, more love

More fear, more fun
More pain, more flesh
More stars, more smiles
More fame, more sex

However hard I want
I know deep down inside
I'll never really get
More hope or any more time
Any more time
Any more time
Any more time

I want the sky to fall in
I want lightning and thunder
I want fire instead of rain
I want the world to make me wonder
Want to walk on water
Take a trip to the moon
Oh, give me all this
And give me it soon

More drink, more dreams, more drugs
More lust, more lies, more love

However hard I want
I know deep down inside
I'll never really get
More hope or any more time
Any more time
Any more time
Any more time