this is my city, my bones
my architecture i have crafted
started here, riverbanks and pinecones
budded here, my roots continue to grow

my mind is a ravenous fire
fuelled with gluttonous desire
feed it something every hour
only rest when it digests
but it rises like the tides towards the sun
my mind is a ambitious one

sink into routines
ego dissolved in the complex steps
regret left half baked
in my mother’s arms i have wept
time and time again
my shine always comes back again

swinging in the lilac flowers
listening to sza for hours
forgetting my ivory skin is solar powered
shedding my old skin before i devour
every moment on the horizon
succeeding no longer trying
law of least effort, divining
law of impermanence, time not wasted on crying, trying to cling
driving, light is dreadfully dim
but i keep my finger on the pulse
feeling the moment

tangents as i peel my tangerine
stranded when you leave the scene
running up the walls, painting the town green
artificial natural, warped reality
plethora of predators creep on me
sneak a peek, steal my peace
perception the weapon of my enemy
your glance is cold and it stings
my words are paper to a fire
to escape i needed to lose everything

ticket to the train station
tempted to train my motivation
singing swan songs for my salvation
toking for a moments vacation, coaching vocation
warp the world around my thumb
sway to the beats of my drum
angels pick me up, scared to become
all the things i have been ashamed of
iridescent sparkles that were judged as vain
steady shovelling the ****, shaving down the over grown bushes
the path was there all along; i see her now
what the **** was i even doing

lock and key on my arm
plenty of snakes i have charmed
my disarming eyes
my unbridled rage
my mystery they cannot gauge

pearl on pearl too
give myself some room
grow into, trust my moves
sailing smooth

swimming in green waters dreaming
puking black, trapped in seaweed
predator turned prey
brown hair turned grey
wrinkled skin and confidence caved in
just do it already
end the suffering
just do it already
just do it

in a different bed, in a different city
yet there are pieces of you that linger in me
dreams of your scent, nights breaking bread
if only we could hold out until infinity
too late, first mistake was falling
too late, second mistake was calling

bizarre how my brain twists
each and every memory
knives in my back from
each and every enemy
bloodstained, drained energy
pumping through mindless days dreadfully

does everything that is whole have a centre?
been trying to find my centre, been on ******
lost friends, lost numbers
cruise control, build a new home
you can lay your eggs in my old nest
switched lanes, prayed for the best
i confessed, survived with less
burning bridges, island oasis
double down, justice i’ll face it
tolerate too much then nothing more
i am so abrasive

looking for somewhere to lay my head
my favourite bed is your chest
tracing your abs, towards the treasure chest
i like the way it feels in my hands
i like what you say, your quiet face
pulling me towards the deep end