Noahhatesme
Bluelighter
My repugnant residue residing in my hiding place
I double over and dodge the collage of passersby
Much to my demise, I despise the constant bustle
the rustle and tussle of evening hospitality
Inept to contrary comingling I linger
In a box beneath your descending stairs
Each limb crushed and curled and crammed
Into the sockets of air pockets
My spinal cord cramping
damping the dapper delivery
Of my bitter, soured allegories
Cold, callous daisy said she'd forget me not
So I confidently displayed my coincidences
After a hit like a bullet binding my brain
The sane thing would be to turn away
But I buckle down, grasping and gripping
Onto fictitious fragments of feeling
And pleading I pray for the power
To lift my lowered head off the sofa
I tear the smoldering vines off of my blistering boredom
Ill-contented and second guessed, I bring you my best grin
My frivolous attempts to pardon the pessimism proved pointless
My search for buoyancy dawdling at the doorstep
In return I sink into the brink of suffocation
I soak and swallow sitting at the bottom of the glass
With haste I slam the surrounding spirits
A spineless show of self loathing
I double over and dodge the collage of passersby
Much to my demise, I despise the constant bustle
the rustle and tussle of evening hospitality
Inept to contrary comingling I linger
In a box beneath your descending stairs
Each limb crushed and curled and crammed
Into the sockets of air pockets
My spinal cord cramping
damping the dapper delivery
Of my bitter, soured allegories
Cold, callous daisy said she'd forget me not
So I confidently displayed my coincidences
After a hit like a bullet binding my brain
The sane thing would be to turn away
But I buckle down, grasping and gripping
Onto fictitious fragments of feeling
And pleading I pray for the power
To lift my lowered head off the sofa
I tear the smoldering vines off of my blistering boredom
Ill-contented and second guessed, I bring you my best grin
My frivolous attempts to pardon the pessimism proved pointless
My search for buoyancy dawdling at the doorstep
In return I sink into the brink of suffocation
I soak and swallow sitting at the bottom of the glass
With haste I slam the surrounding spirits
A spineless show of self loathing
