The year is 1945
And I exist outside of time
The year is 1989
And I have not a clue why

Beetlejuice
bEEtlEjUIcE
BEETLEJUICE

4 A.M My Lai;

in the lowlight
colors move off my skin at different speeds-

i’ll smear them into filth,
a vignette
plastered and permanent,

and beg
for my face to be scanned like a barcode.

It hurts to imagine you beside me,
Because I know it'll just never be.
But everywhere I look I find you.
Never with me, but it's all I see.

I was a sinner
And made you my saint

Out of breath and so in love
It surprised me you didn't faint

Your body on top of mine
While outside it rained

For those few delicious, blissfull minutes
All our pain was drained.

I'm crushed
By the weight
Of my own
Imperfections
I'm not
Sure what
I really
Expected
But it wasn't
This
I didn't
Want to
Come back
I didn't
Want to
Be here
Choking down
Compliments
That I know
Aren't true
Trying not
To cry alone
In the corner
Of my room
If nothing
Around me
Will break
Or bend
Then I
Suppose
I will

From you to me
There's ten
Or so degrees
You've a high
Of ninety five
While I'm waiting
For seventy three
I miss you more
Than the weather
Man knows
Does Denver forecast
Me thinking of your glow