I've torn your wires to pieces
And fixed them with my own adhesives
I've squished you like a piece of clay
And molded you into something psychedelic.
How many times have we spoken lately?

The electrons and neurons make a pleasant tingling all the time.

Electricity flows within my cortex
And powers me like a subatomic soda
Any rocket bomb flies through an open window
And collides on each careful nerve ending.

I've graffitied you from top to bottom
With memories from summer and autumn
And I left the spray cans to dry off next to you
Just so that I can come back anytime to what I drew.

But then again
My fingers make a plasmatic arrangement, too
As they trace cytoplasm around on a piece of paper
While words and music notes cloak me like vapor
The chemicals on each letter stamp
Set you on fire when administered on the tongue
And while the lights shine bright from each lamp
You're aware that neither of us are so innocently young.

Brain...brain...brain...brain...
Drive me by on a track only taken by train.

In the end, no girl will make me feel
How it is to sit back and talk so real
With your friend to your left and a friend to the right
Cause, ****, our companionship is tight.

Nothing better than going to a McDonald's
Not even for the food, just for
Quality laughs, quality smiles
A quality escape from life's many trials
Musical footsteps play from our feet
As our instruments hum and sync with the beat
And while walking home, I think with a grin,
"I'm glad I spent today with my fellow kin."

Sitting, standing there
On by wooden stairs

A childish whisper imagines its way through you.

Cotton, candy, skies
Mad marshmallow pies

And all the sweets I promise to share us blue.


So let the love tumble towards us
While laughing, sailing, downwards
I make it to the end of the street and I sigh

Up on shining clouds
Looking, shining, dancing

The waves in your eyes sparkle like a black hole sea.

Pretty autumn birds
Red rectangle words

Feels as though my brain is in the sun.

And never put out the fire
Oh, never put out the fire
I feel like I’m living for the very first time.

Magic feels real
Old banana peel

It seems as though I trip on it, anyway.

Talking without mouths
While in the crowd

And your melody seems to sing so loud.

Cracked paint in schools
Squeaky linoleum floor
Children weren’t fools
Life was never a bore

Fifth grade “prom”
Mosquito poison crunch
Summer evening calm
Friends all in a bunch

Awkward middle ground
Dentist grins and braces
Unfamiliar ****** sounds
And new friendly faces.

Holding hands at last
Heads against our own
Re-writing the shaky past
Love runs through the bone

New tastes to feel
Eyes meet as one
Mind becomes like steel
Underneath the setting sun.

Tears run like the wind
Hearts tremble in slight
The sun stays pinned
Except only at night.