Flying eleven hours,
Checking in with just yourself.
Finding webs up the walls,
Face to face with strangers.
Surely it doesn't compare to me
Someone you've known for mere days but still, just me.
Lopsided view, eyes only for you.
When they work,
they work to watch the crepuscule
I wait for just to get as nervous.
God I was almost up to my ears in sickness the first time you suggested we call.
Who would I be to do the same to you?

You're growing tired of the gismo I turned into.
I work like clockwork, right on the dot of you coming here someday.
Press my buttons by simply saying hello and for the day I'm yours
Through a screen and a scream every time you ask if I'm still there.
I'm always there
And I'd do anything like fly to drive you home from that party,
Watch soccer matches with you,
Save you from staying alone in a hotel on your best friends wedding night.
Will I grow tired of the gismo you're also turning into?
Absolutely not.
So maybe it's how it's supposed to be.

As the planes went over my house
We talked about everything.
Pink and orange Flores I wish were white because I picked those
And the tea I should be drinking with you but I slept through the flight. We're always sleeping.

When we're not, we're waiting for whoever it is to let us go.
Like the ones who caused us to mishandle these situations
And the ones we'll love next if we fall out of infatuation but god I hope this connection wasn't made for nothing. It can't be nothing.

She furthers the syndrome
Of the family portrait
Her husband a knight;
Her children slight.
They haven't been born but she'll have them when she's bored.

For now she's entertaining the spots
Named each one
Congratulates her executioner
With a kiss; breathes another hiss.
She uprooted evil in one more girl
Before jumping off every cliff in the world.

He was a battle cry in the dark
To latch on to the last remaining
Sparks of a past life
Ignorance in the first degree while witch hunts ****** the dangerous
In theory he's inquisitive
He should handle emotion with care
But he was a dagger in my wounds
Which he jokes about
In turn with those who can't walk, cant talk, cant eye stalk
And in trust we signed our traumas to him just to mark them as average
To reward a mans unspoken need to discourage a woman
Who gave every word to him.

I desperately crave to be perfect.
Don't even want to grab it, hold it
I just want to have it
But some people don't possess it
And I'm one of those people.
Pathetically dreaming.
Pacing from this failure to the next.
Well maybe everybody else's flaw is that this is what they believe of me.
They don't have the courage to see I will find my way eventually.

I started may drunk
Hope I don't carry it through
To where I meet my friends
Inevitably feel like ****
And relapse on the monsoon

Because I know the rain is acid
But my high is the destruction
And though summer may be sweet
It still won't sober me up
September I'll see you soon