girlfriends in cages

i miss having a girl
to watch movies with
someone to cuddle up next to you
someone i can hold
make you feel like a man
someone to wake up with
watch her naked ass walk away
someone to brush teeth with
like lost children
that feminine beauty
dancing around
the tenderness of her soft lips
and sweet smell of shampoo
i miss the jealous rage
out with friends after fights
suddenly everyone becomes someone else
someone new
it is dangerous and exciting
you wanna kill everyone
who looks at her
you want to own her
put her in a cage
you know how it goes
then you txt and say sorry
maybe you leave an angry drunk message
because you missed your last stop
next day you both wake up
with that sick feeling
everything has gone to hell
but then you meet again
you miss her smile
and the way her lips feel
and the taste of her tears on your cheek
you forgive each other
but eventually it’s too much
all that war and love
you cross a line
and there’s no going back
that is the worst feeling ever
i hate it so god damn much
you can handle it a few times
but then something dies
people go on with their lives
you still have these songs
and every time you sing them
it’s like you have to relive it all
no wonder i’m so fucked up
my spirit is forever scarred
and i miss the distance
of those last times you ever see her
you hate her and you love her
you feel it slipping away
sometimes you wonder
what could’ve been
if you were a better man
so you sing your songs for redemption
because you miss the way
she made you feel
you miss the juice
you miss the heaven
you miss the taste of her perfect pussy
and her perfect ass because love makes everything perfect
even when they are not
you miss her nails clawing you
you miss it all
you miss her screams of agony and delight
you miss not having to miss it
you miss the way she wanted to play with your cock
while you are driving and not crashing
you miss freezing car ackward backseat sperm sweat sex
you miss the moment before you met her
you miss something you probably never even had
you miss an imaginary world
memories of girlfriends
in cages
all of them in one cage
go away memories
i don’t need you anymore
evil spirits
no dont go
stay forever
i will go into cages in your cages
i secretly wonder
if they ever miss me
and you wonder about all the people out there
with families and good jobs
maybe they miss their fucked up artist lovers
who made them feel something
something that nobody understands even
because artist love
is something entirely different
they say that what a man does for a living
reveals the way he fucks
i don’t know if that is true
because all humans are beautiful
and we are all artists
creating our lives
our minds are cages
there is a girlfriend for every galaxy
on this side of the milky way
and artists like me
are kept in their memory cages
sometimes feeding us
with more dirty lies and tragic love
and springsteen secret gardens
when i love drunk girls
i give them everything to remind them
of all this and more
so good that it hurts