I let that energy get the best of me. I cried uncontrollably, bad energy you see.
Your words I believed, no bad thought I’d conceived, hung to your tongue like you were The One who gave life and didn’t cause me pain and strife.
I let that energy get the best of me. You know the energy that people talk about.
That energy that causes you to lose your mind but then gain it again after one sweet word. The energy that radiates life, but also drains life at the very same time.
You know that energy that takes you high, but then can bring you low in a matter of moments…hours… seconds…minutes…
I was told by Mama that energy isn’t energy at all but it’s a force field called love?
Yeah, I guess love makes you do some crazy things like call just to hear your voice. Or watch clips of us together to feel connected. Write letters and songs, and poems, oh you want me to go on?
Ok… draw pictures, rent movies like romantic comedies and eat sushi?
I let that damn energy get the best of me…