A cataclysm
I speak for the dead
I am the words keeping you awake in your head
A vivid surrender
It makes a good fight
That is when all of the noise will take flight
What do we do
With the absence in this room
I didn’t mean for all these strangers to intrude
To be read rushed
This is to be read like you’re going out of your mind
Like it isn’t real that there is an absence of time
Like you’re out of your mind
Like you’re out of your mind
With the absence in this room
You go out of your mind
Kind of developed a habit
Of missing you in the daytime
Surviving off blended fruit
Berries cherries and lime
Lime all of the time
The kids were trying to feel fine
Cool raspberry
Wear it to church
I’m sure it gives you chills
The deep red color makes you fall ill
Red Range Rover
Pull over
Don’t get me started about this
Don’t get me started about this
It’s kind of unfair because I really wanted to go
See how you live
See if it’s the kind of place I think it is
We walk through the streets when there’s no one there
Promise not to swear
Grab hold of my walls and make a tear
Now I can see the days when you had less of a hold on me
Not too often did you touch me
Hair behind ear, that was the only
I noticed, I was there
Some things you don’t want to believe
I noticed, you were there
Some things I don’t want to believe
He’s laughing at how I’m taking photographs of dandelions because they’re so
common
and I disliked my freckles growing up because they were seemingly so
common
and this jazz music the coffee shops play is washed up, we know it, they know it. The whole arcade of sanitary mammals know it.
But the ground coffee is too aromatic to get us to leave, even when they take away the chairs and put up the signs. We’re just so
common
we can even see it in ourselves, and it etches away like a mistaken color on a canvas
uncommon.
Turn up at night
Shimmery shadows
Pink pistol
Throw low blows
A faux pas
Spin me like a weapon
Burst into flames
Tired of being neat
Sick of being tame
Always so ashamed