slip into my punk rock squatter bed in my room
press repeat and watch my eyes roll back
my heart is heavy watching you pull that beautiful music from yourself
gorgeous and effortless
sunken in my ways, crying into your eyes over something far far away from
our fake empire
masks made out of gardens quivering in their boxes
someone told me a secret last night that's been on my tongue all day
not wanting this to be your song, and yet poisoning you with it
noticing the lack of eye contact between me and the rest of the unsuspecting world
my heart heavy in my hand again, let me toss it to the wind
it's not doing anyone any good here
dream of you screaming down the highway doors open
secret letter on receipts, ingrown circus layers, tea parties to share whippers about me
when the music stopped i expect you to crawl into me
hit repeat
take the long way home thro lost glass slippers
and mopping baby elephants
if i lived in the world i created what would it look like
trees made of lollipops
and rain drops made out of soda. . .
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