oh, the bliss that must come with
the ignorance to your own actions
the knives you spit with vehemence  
whether involuntary or by choice
a deaf man could’ve felt
the disappointment in your voice

you’re busy playing wordle in a ******* bathroom
you’re talking to your future self inside a vacuum
you only know their songs from one of the guitar hero games
but you’ll wear the t-shirt all the same

i talked to a stranger on the phone
it wasn't the face i've known
but i'm pretty sure it had his bones
i walked a minefield of catching up
with the hollow cheeked husk
of a man i used to love

the highs, the lows, the overdose
the nights alone, the empty phone
i wish i'd know where this would go
i would have got off long before
it broke the wings i used to soar
and left my heart an open sore
you don't know what you're in for
hey, what's your favorite dinosaur?

beneath the golden iris
blue glare shared between
waves of a luscious green
more stars than i've ever seen
the beauty i can see
everytime you turn to me