I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
and you
are singing in a million trees
get dressed
and you
have nobody left to envy
and you
see me for another time
and you
Say nothing
as you
walk past me
-s’s.
an ache I used to feel, once
just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through
Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room
-s’s.
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
-s's.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to
but you must do
i guess i should stay and never come out
and wait for the gold to explode
because time is winding in now
the fish hooks look in tides for something
i wish i was just finely thinned out
into nothing
-s's.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
-s’s
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.