Everything is sun-kissed because there’s a glow in the sky Cos I don’t have the patience to write an entire album about just one guy Can you feel me clinging to your new clothes? Before you insert yourself inside of them Taint the black Tar-boiled trap Tell me you like the sound of my name Lie to me all over again I ain’t writing an album about just one guy Held in importance but forgotten in spirit I’ve got to keep living
We were sitting in the sun, Both so much in love, But you and I are both loners. We can’t touch each other right now. Be there for each other right now. We’re independent and self-made. We are mirrors of each other, and it breaks my heart too.
I hope you think of me when you see pickup trucks lifted up high, Pink acrylic nails touching your thigh Listening to Lana Del Rey with the top of the convertible down, That’s me. That’s always me. That’ll always be me in your memory.
You can tell your friends you’re over it & I’ll tell mine the exact same But you’ll hear country music playing somewhere outside You know things will never be the same
Poem: Boy-crazy (dollhouse) [continued]
I am never getting out of here. This dollhouse that you shoved me into With the rosebushes and everything that you know I liked. You shoved me in because you wanted me to stay with you But I had other plans and I screamed out, But it sounded like sand. I didn’t wanna be in your dollhouse Shoved by you.
But you say to me, I thought you were boy crazy aren’t you boy crazy I thought you were boy crazy but you say to me I thought you were boy crazy aren’t you boy crazy I thought you were boy crazy but you say to me
Don’t you like bad boys I said no I said no I said no
Listen, I like lifted trucks Flowers on my doorstep for when you can’t see me in person And you gave me none of that None of that None of that But I still wanted all of you, like, all of that So, is it selfish for us to part like dandelions? I could see it arriving with the wind, I saw it in my dreams beforehand.
I was tossing and turning; I couldn’t even sleep and knew it was coming through the dark side of my teeth. And you were waiting at the seams Trying to break it with scissors, cos you thought that was funny, didn’t you? A Hyundai ionic waiting in front of my gate, No, that wasn’t you – I came to you Take me back to the past, where our promises would last. And it wasn’t all a lie, It was your fantasy It was your fantasy
Love poem: Fits me better [continued]
To be with me, Your fantasy To be with me, Your fantasy Came crumbling, and I am underneath the Earth’s peripheral atmosphere To be with me Your fantasy I thought I saw you waiting for me, but it was all a bad dream You were waiting at the seams With scissors in your hands to cut the ribbon because you thought it was funny. Cos you thought it was so funny
You took my flesh, but not my bone. You sat there with scissors ready to cut a ribbon in front of my white sclera You took my flesh, but not my bone. He sat there with the ribbon ready to cut open my sclera.
Love poem: Fits me better [continued]
Did you want to see the back of my eyeballs because I didn’t expect for myself to fall in love with a fantasy In love with a fantasy,
Did you wanna see the back of my eyeballs? I fell in love with a fantasy That’s all you are to me Did you wanna see the back of my eyeballs with a ribbon ready to cut my white sclera Because you somehow thought it was funny
I stole your favourite emoji Because it fits me better.
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I knew I wanted you the first day I spoke with you With you With you With you Blue thermal t-shirt, I was wrapped up In your sweet voice, your (not really) annoying jokes I had forgotten I was down bad, dead broke Time stopped the first day I spoke with you
Gold medallion, shine me like diamonds, Kills me every time I get out of bed to your text I want to write home about it Put silk through my teeth, be all combat with it I’ll sit here on the floor and think about how complex
Love poem: On purpose (urban legend) [continued]
I can’t be asking for much Got a lot, lot on my plate I have copyrights, and files, and figures to analyze But you’re this too charismatic Works-all-the-time kind of guy You know, oh you do know, how much you make me smile That’s the danger of all of it The tough nature, urban legend, cottage hill style You have me stockpiled
I want to be, yeah, I want to be Sitting on your bed with rain falling outside, waiting for you to come fall asleep Next to me, yeah, you’ll be next to me Kind of adoration you and I like to gate-keep So, so frustrating When I can’t reach through and get to you At the gas station Thinking about how nobody comes close, To grabbing my veins like they’re candy Laughing because you’re stuck in my head as clear, contractor’s glue What am I going to do?
Love poem: On purpose (urban legend) [continued]
Stay silent because I’m mad about the last few days Be the opposite of nonchalant Either go back to, or completely change my ways An orderly woman A tendency to misbehave A well-calculated lover Functioning solo somewhere in an ambient haze For days For days For days
Four days For days Four days For days Four days For days
So I fell onto the marble floor and found opal silk marrying my medium blue craze I miss you, never on purpose
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An acidic tan Preternaturally, an admin of the entire internet, a white pony Fed by the energy of the city I can’t tell whether your brain is my favourite part of you Since there are so many non-collapsible components, That strike, a due image that hits my retina in Just the most perfect way You’re like magic on a doorstep You’re the least dumb of all the dumb boys
I like how I don’t get scared When you talk of conflict, Curl up in my process of mind To respond to you in such an eloquent fashion That you say I’ve brought you comfort Like magic on your doorstep I inhale it like the rusty tobacco I don’t smoke any longer The nicotine patch on the thickest part of my arm that you squeeze
I like that it’s not a melancholy film But one I’d watch over and over again to feel better To smile, kind of for a while If I could, of course I would, I love our story How every single part makes sense Fits together like a puzzle made by God himself I’m in tune with you Your red rage and your calm blues Never hostile, always soft, So hospitable for a small girl like me
When I lay in bed to go to sleep, It’s you that’s playing on repeat I can often hear my own heartbeat Settling down like calm ocean waves
When I lay in bed to go to sleep, It’s you that’s playing on repeat I can often hear my own heartbeat Settling down like calm ocean waves
So hospitable for a small girl like me.
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