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letra de natural disaster - ethan jewell

they say love is a natural disaster
a roller coaster that we just want to go faster
and they say love is a thunder storm of hope

and that we just slowly climb up the rope

and they say love is a tornado of emotions
sometimes even a tsunami deep in the ocean
and they also say love is a mid spring hurricane
a whirl of fantasized emotions that drive me insane

so i take shelter under this thick concrete while the heavy rains went on above
the heavy rains of love
i took shelter because i didn’t have the rations, the passions, the reactions to deal with it
and i didn’t have the actions to seal in it
so i dug myself deep into the dirt
and allowed myself to give in to the hurt

i stand in this kitchen alone at 2:32 am
and i hear them laugh in the other room
and i think to myself where the h-ll did i go to where i can’t feel anything but this gloom
so i assume to myself that i deserve this
i subdue my own thoughts and am selfish
i redo the last words that she said to me
and i renew the hurt that was put on me

y’know, not understanding how to feel is a game
and i’m the best d-mn player in the world
so i take myself in a whirl as i paint out this mural
and it’s a painting of my own internal battle
as i damage myself i’m taken off of the saddle and i walk the back path
i don’t think i’m gonna last
so i take a drop of paint from my tears, and decide to paint my fears
and i paint the colorful remorse of my friends leaving me in my sleep
and i draw the pitiless feeling of not even trying as nothing will ever truly keep

and i allow the paint to dry as i cry
i allow the drawing to sit as i continue to feel like sh-t
the pen leaves my hands, and i become leonardo di’vinci
if he was young and just wanted to feel edgy
and i become picasso
if picasso was sad and often felt alone
and i became michelangelo
but as if he was pushed beyond his breaking point like the lead in his pencil
as he presses too hard on the desk that he hates, it’s a utensil
maybe if all these artists weren’t great, weren’t successful, had hate for themselves
and were lost in a lake of dead hope then i could be them
but girl, i lost my pen

and if i could, i would hold you in my arms one last time
and if i could, i would put us together like lemons and limes
if i could, i would find the love i’m seeking after
but remember what they say about love, it’s a natural disaster

- ethan jewell

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