I overanalyze a lot

The worst is over, will that suffice?
I've been counting the leaves as they range from darkest to light.
And with every shade there lies the most perfect definition of irony
And it's affect.

Is that your heartbeating?
Or is the throbbing in my head?
You've got a momentary notion,
but it's already laced with sin.

These lines are nothing more than poety
And they've lost their meaning in
The converse, the conversation, the context in which we speak.

Overflowing your words take on so much more.
They render you the star of this momentary farse.
Put down, put down all your weapons.
You're tone is as deadly as much as it will be forever.
Dissonant, dissonant to the core.

Is that your heartbeating?
Or is the throbbing in my head?
You've got a momentary notion,
but it's already laced with sin.

These lines are nothing more than poety
And they've lost their meaning in
The converse, the conversation, the context in which we speak.
My words, my wit, my god damn charm is lost along with every single thing that I've offered.

I want it back

Are you fearing the worst now?

These lines are nothing more than poety
And they've lost their meaning in
The converse, the conversation, the context in which we speak.
My words, my wit, my god damn charm is lost along with every single thing that I've offered.

I want it back