breathe in slowly and keep in step- these nice girls from the other side of town won't avoid these
trips and plummets into the great blue oblivion of joy and knowing and lasting and forever longing, gazing, loving and leaving for nobody
theres this instinct of just go, do, be, just believe when just is never just, and when everybody leaves to follow the brightest light. communities of living flylamps, so pretty.
living for the other times at those other places with these other people, that world immortal.
don't place blame. me arent' thinking too good lately.
scared that they may have done the things that we may have seen them do
under the darkness that night that could have been that cold month that almost was
can you see the gypsy working ants in their mounds
with black night bleeding from the window at the tower
the world's largest popsicles and pointless nothings factory
please drown me if I find too much interest
I love you too
please gnaw this shell
please help me help me
out of these wet clothes
you are death, in this dress tonight
make my dreams come true
laying in that bed that night
and that night and that bed that night
please make sense of this feeling
of hopeless emptiness, is it you
or you, or you or me?
I wish I could stop spinning
around, around this playground
your fantasies gone wild, uncontrolled, untamed
unending visual torment, sensory overload
and now the cumshot, and now your daily weather
I want you with me
I want to be pretty in that dress
with you
let's go get coffee
let's go out tonight
I want to see the whales swimming
show me the stars in your eyes
the people will smile as we walk past
take me to a beach
walk with me along the tide
we'll drink cyanide by the fire before bed
tired from the day, ready to be together tomorrow
when we are one someday
trips and plummets into the great blue oblivion of joy and knowing and lasting and forever longing, gazing, loving and leaving for nobody
theres this instinct of just go, do, be, just believe when just is never just, and when everybody leaves to follow the brightest light. communities of living flylamps, so pretty.
living for the other times at those other places with these other people, that world immortal.
don't place blame. me arent' thinking too good lately.
scared that they may have done the things that we may have seen them do
under the darkness that night that could have been that cold month that almost was
can you see the gypsy working ants in their mounds
with black night bleeding from the window at the tower
the world's largest popsicles and pointless nothings factory
please drown me if I find too much interest
I love you too
please gnaw this shell
please help me help me
out of these wet clothes
you are death, in this dress tonight
make my dreams come true
laying in that bed that night
and that night and that bed that night
please make sense of this feeling
of hopeless emptiness, is it you
or you, or you or me?
I wish I could stop spinning
around, around this playground
your fantasies gone wild, uncontrolled, untamed
unending visual torment, sensory overload
and now the cumshot, and now your daily weather
I want you with me
I want to be pretty in that dress
with you
let's go get coffee
let's go out tonight
I want to see the whales swimming
show me the stars in your eyes
the people will smile as we walk past
take me to a beach
walk with me along the tide
we'll drink cyanide by the fire before bed
tired from the day, ready to be together tomorrow
when we are one someday
