I want to tell the Moon the good news
But its nothing
So what should I whisper instead?
And what do i want to hear back?
Well I guess let me just hang my head out my window again
I light a little fire to my magic offering
That will bring me magic answers, and ask
Can you ever know if the people you think about
are thinking about you, too?
And the night swells with wonder
Dazzling, dreamy
And my neck is glowing, rays of gold
And I wonder if this is how my mother always wanted to feel
Now the night is the scariest of blues
I smell it I swear
I would sip its ink
If that only meant something good
Could finally come out to play from behind my teeth
But I dont know how to do this
Even the bags under my bags have eyes
So I’m just slumped across my bed staring at screens
Drooling out little nothings
Something uncomfortable and compulsive like prayer
And now im trying to start a fight with my bathroom mirror
I say that I just want things to be different
And I dont want to do this all again
But then a syndrome sound comes out of the furthest room
Telling me its all the same
And I say to that something that it can just send me the bill
Because I know what I’ll owe by the end of this
I am the charmer, the snake
I am dying leaves, the rake
Trying to see the world rest and rise
And to split myself in two or three or four or more
My mother told me to hope that way
So I go back to hanging out my window again
And I go back and make sure the Moon heard me now
So I ask again
I flash my black, syrupy eyes one more time
[They always drown by this time of night]
Can we ever know if the people we think about
Are thinking about us, too?
And the Moon, she’ll giggle with terror
Begging me to behave
And the Moon is dark now
And I hear thunder in my ears again
And I wonder where its coming from, where its been
And I look around just trying to remember where I was
And I start to think that all of this makes this all alright
And I start to think that
I dont think ive ever known what I wanted to be
And if I could ask just one more little thing
Pretty, pretty please!
Do we exist when we are alone?
Then the Moon screams, lighting up, shining down
[And im quite literally shaking in my seat, like im molting]
Does everyone always talk to you like this?
Then She winks at me, its some kind of love
And I stop trying to figure it out
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
I want to tell the Moon the good news
But its nothing
So what should I whisper instead?
And what do i want to hear back?
Well I guess let me just hang my head out my window again
I light a little fire to my magic offering
That will bring me magic answers, and ask
Can you ever know if the people you think about
are thinking about you, too?
And the night swells with wonder
Dazzling, dreamy
And my neck is glowing, rays of gold
And I wonder if this is how my mother always wanted to feel
Now the night is the scariest of blues
I smell it I swear
I would sip its ink
If that only meant something good
Could finally come out to play from behind my teeth
But I dont know how to do this
Even the bags under my bags have eyes
So I’m just slumped across my bed staring at screens
Drooling out little nothings
Something uncomfortable and compulsive like prayer
And now im trying to start a fight with my bathroom mirror
I say that I just want things to be different
And I dont want to do this all again
But then a syndrome sound comes out of the furthest room
Telling me its all the same
And I say to that something that it can just send me the bill
Because I know what I’ll owe by the end of this
I am the charmer, the snake
I am dying leaves, the rake
Trying to see the world rest and rise
And to split myself in two or three or four or more
My mother told me to hope that way
So I go back to hanging out my window again
And I go back and make sure the Moon heard me now
So I ask again
I flash my black, syrupy eyes one more time
[They always drown by this time of night]
Can we ever know if the people we think about
Are thinking about us, too?
And the Moon, she’ll giggle with terror
Begging me to behave
And the Moon is dark now
And I hear thunder in my ears again
And I wonder where its coming from, where its been
And I look around just trying to remember where I was
And I start to think that all of this makes this all alright
And I start to think that
I dont think ive ever known what I wanted to be
And if I could ask just one more little thing
Pretty, pretty please!
Do we exist when we are alone?
Then the Moon screams, lighting up, shining down
[And im quite literally shaking in my seat, like im molting]
Does everyone always talk to you like this?
Then She winks at me, its some kind of love
And I stop trying to figure it out
