Genesis of a Scene

Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's pleasure or pain that's happening, even for me, in the moment. Sometimes there is no distinction. It simply rolls from one to the other in waves, again and again.

Exposure

2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me, Threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And…