Poem: En juillet, la pluie tant attendue est enfin tombée.
Your 4 by 4
My innocence
Sweet hot suspense
90 miles per hour on the curves up the mountain, to show me what you know about being intense
Rain comes down and I’m listening to the Bends
I want to keep tabs on you even though it’s the wrong thing to do
Like deja vu
I’m rose, you’re blue
Falling off the skyscrapers ’cause I’m having fun
Nobody says I’m beautiful
I know it’s not that pitiful
And I’m so damn ill, it hurts
I found rejection in the cusp of a rose
I rolled my eyes and thought, of course
Congeniality isn’t my default
I had in mind all of these things to say
But I’m inclined to say I no longer get my way
For the devil’s child, it’s gotten late
I found,
You down
On your darkest day
I had in mind all of these things to say
I wanted to tell you I felt you fading away
And that wasn’t okay
I have a feeling you need to find yourself again
But I’m scared to leave because I know you need some help
I have a feeling you need to find yourself again
But I’m scared to leave because I know you need some help
I know you need some help