So much on my back as long as I dont crack. I could throw my voice out there though your ears think they don't need.
Behind those artfully drawn eyes, that thin skull, whats so dull is all that black in your dress code. All that ego under those colors.Starve to eat, Buy to be sold. If i asked for a ride, what would you do not to speed up, while I dive,
Into a pool of lofty conversation, misconcentration and the sound of man drool. In space theres no spit, gravity has lost its king-like rule.
Back seat river, under water diver.
I miss you Tom, the next best thing is your mom.
Train speaks for itself, like someone whose close in vicinity, you haven't yet seen them face you, a voice you cant help but wonder where..they haven't given into the nights divinity.
Curls of her hair.
Winding gracious nests in the woods.
Leave my angsty bones on the cliff, we'll jump together when your sick.
FROM somewhen, somewhere,somehow not so close to right now:
Iris cassette taped a path around the felt up room.
She asked for a new song.
Chose the piano tune and pranced like she was on the moon.
Released herself into the kitchen sink along with the orange juice and zinc.
Iron and bunnies of pink.
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