The things I see, the things I love
Lacking the lust of transit
Midtempo-inspired decor
The guests sip, sip champagne
They always ask for more
Hysteria has come about
All upon the floor
He think he’s so bad
Calls himself hardcore
But I know what
Is really beneath
Whatever you give
Returns through sharp teeth
And he liked me polished
And he loved his bad posture
But with prevarication like that
I wouldn’t even bother
Never not feeling fine
Sleeping until July
Get frostbitten in the wintertime
You’re looking solemn but you’ve arrived
Pen and paper, how we thrive
Rip everything to pieces
Red cherries and crisp branches
Roaring hot red avalanches
It all ends with hell
Dahlias and daisies
A business franchise
I think I’m so cool
Hanging with the guys
You get mad at me
All of the time
So I think I must
Let you go
A business franchise
Files on the desk
3 am
3 am
Why are you being so hostile? In your uneven leather jacket. You put out your cigarette, throw it in the street and won’t properly throw it away.
No matter how I ask
No matter how I ask
I bite my tongue to keep from cursing at you
You make me blue
You make me blue
The spotlights look nice
Frosty and bright
You’re hard on me
You don’t say goodnight
No matter how I ask
No matter how I ask
I don’t like to post works that I don’t like
But no wonder, writing is writing
You, 4 am, glasses on and fervid
Your documents you’re compiling
I never thought the truth would be
So tepid and so warm
It’s like things can be so carefree
Until the birds start to swarm
You tell me I write blazing fast
Slow down, let your mind catch up
But you don’t know what’s in my head
We differ in mannerisms, that’s what’s up
I like your crystal tendencies
I like the pitch black night
I like the scaly, scary things
I’ll die for the frostbite
But still, wrap me up tight
Turn off the lights
Everything
Everything