This tapedeck you brought is physically smoldering. A road catalog of history frozen. These voices you call a bitter sweet morning. It must mean so much, this forgotten touch.
Remember when you were the hunted. Remember how I swallowed you in. Remember the rewards shimmering on the floor. Off the plastic chandelier. Remember when I saw you in orbit.
There's a vulture perching right offscreen. And It's bitter and whispers chaotic things. And it reached in quick aint it worrying. It's so easy to see everyone can agree stop listening.
Little lights. Are over exposing the highlight. Marks on the floor. When aligned right. Lead to the door of a place that. Seemed somewhat exposed till now.
Do you think I'm sort of alive. Should I set these motives aside. Do I feel well sort of benign. When you walk your body through mine. . What's keeping my tongue tied.
Where it starts. And where it ends. Is here in my bedroom. . Chatter from vents. Is the only thing seeping through. . I see spiders defend. The same space I'm living in.
What can we do. To make this worse. Where can we lay down. A blanket of fallen leaves. Too thin to sweep. . Scatter dry heaves. My stomach's churning.
So you. Can't hold. A star. In your. Hand though. At least you can. Hold on. To another plan. . Rusted wheel. Planted still. . I can. Tell it's. Summer.
I can't believe it. You of all things. It's been a while. Memories teem. Some kind of ending. Lingering. In my tresedo. Internally. Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me.
Here, on the summit we cry. Tears down the mountain side. Waves, crashing over the roads. And down to bury our home. Enough to bury our home. Then, as the years flew by.
I like friends and I like strangers. Carved out forms of steamy nature. Coming on strong but soon or later. A curtain calls on misbehavior. . When you seal it away and you're on your own.
Time is never worth my time. Moonshine bleeds into my eye. I still sleep on the right side. But the white noise can't leave the scene behind. . Could I be anything you want me to be.
When the wind, behind our eyes swell. Starring down all, who generalize well. A chemical change of the spirit. Will be the exchange for our visit. . Putting more makeup on the masks that we wear.
Forgive me, forgive me. If I seem alarmed. I had emotion in this moment. No harm's done. . You see, I read through a million. Words that I have wrote.
She ran into the wall. So sweet and unknown. A worn comatose. . After six milligrams. We're talking again. Who would know. So sweet and so low. Who would know.
Back in bendings. I'm easily amused. Back stop calling. We're running out of room. . Mouth in sharp pen. Little grooves on display. But I'm still waiting.
They took everything you want. Wrapped it in a box, locked it in a key. Made of high rise stucco walls,. Polyester guards moving out of sync. . Hurt with curtain rod swords.
so much for the light show. pissing on while pissing off. sucking in a smokescreen. selling of a loose knit dream. . folding up the skyline. agreeing on a steep decline.
I've been waiting. I've been waiting for this moment all my life. But it's not quite right. . And this 'real'. It's impossible if possible. At whose blind word.
stop the season stop the sting. a plastic mic a broken string. infected wound from a rusty ring. so what?. soon you'll be there too. . Related. . Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis?.