Into love and out again, Thus I went and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen: Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Someone dropped me on my head?
pour me a drink from the grooves in your hands, honey i'll lap up your words, sip your oceans like wine because i only find solace in salt water hallucinations
and you are the only form of intoxication that doesn’t make me seasick
and the water that fell from the skies drowned the moon cutting it in half shooting it to Earth and no one panicked and no one cared- the slice of the moon lacerated the blues and browns sending one half forward the other half back and no one seemed to mind and no one was alarmed- you were on one side and i was on the other while you moved forward and i jumped back. eventually one of us will be engulfed by a black hole and spat out on the other end of time and we’ll never know what we missed but the people don’t care and they don’t seem to mind