taking forever to open up and even
longer than that to close
it scares me how much she knows
here the truth comes here the truth goes
here i am sought for sad
doubly ***** prose
can you tell me again how much she knows
as she watches onward i float off ****** propriety
i am a ghost coming through the drift of society
does she wish
she could chain me here
does she wish she could change me here
i am a ghost stepping through
a different body
to myself i cannot be recognized.
through things i love i remember myself
i see trees i see a breeze i feel
and conclude that
i am a person of ease
then i see spurting
silver
smoke
and remember another part
of me and hope
to God it's not from another thing that I broke
she looks at me and I already feel what she knows
you are a breeze and fire as it blows
through a different body
and it steps on my toes
tough chalk take it easy with all those throws
tough chalk take it easy on the hose
why was she the one you chose
// // here she confesses to be a concept to expose
// // here i confess to already know
// // here she deviates from
internalized dialogue rendition
lending me renewal in my own special edition
here the deviation is turn that suffices
to scare all existential devices
kiss the existential murmur away
here she faces me to colors parts i used to call my favorite of the day
till she comments on the fact that i didn't notice they were gray
here she fills here she pours here i am floating on her insistence on coloring with elemental cores
here is a gas that makes me feel more lighter than higher
here she gifts me brighter day
better ray. does more than she will ever say
not to be pathetic but i'm definitely hoping that all this coloring could forever stay
though i love her enough to send her away
but beautiful fire don't put yourself out don't
put yourself out. don't show me what's brighter
then gift me a lighter
then put yourself out.
here i feel the reach here i feel
a gentle tug and it's
good for me, i can tell.
here I am laying in a light painted on for me
and I am so happy to be living off a dream
performing live in this city here I am performing
live in a town
old lady don't tell me to come down
here I am learning names of
a crowd
I'll die before I lay ties to it and I'll live before I lie
to it
this is when survival feels tempting
but I shouldn't let a dream take me off another
if it was my dream to never be a bother
if it was my dream to lay low and live wild
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
taking forever to open up and even
longer than that to close
it scares me how much she knows
here the truth comes here the truth goes
here i am sought for sad
doubly ***** prose
can you tell me again how much she knows
as she watches onward i float off ****** propriety
i am a ghost coming through the drift of society
does she wish
she could chain me here
does she wish she could change me here
i am a ghost stepping through
a different body
to myself i cannot be recognized.
through things i love i remember myself
i see trees i see a breeze i feel
and conclude that
i am a person of ease
then i see spurting
silver
smoke
and remember another part
of me and hope
to God it's not from another thing that I broke
she looks at me and I already feel what she knows
you are a breeze and fire as it blows
through a different body
and it steps on my toes
tough chalk take it easy with all those throws
tough chalk take it easy on the hose
why was she the one you chose
// // here she confesses to be a concept to expose
// // here i confess to already know
// // here she deviates from
internalized dialogue rendition
lending me renewal in my own special edition
here the deviation is turn that suffices
to scare all existential devices
kiss the existential murmur away
here she faces me to colors parts i used to call my favorite of the day
till she comments on the fact that i didn't notice they were gray
here she fills here she pours here i am floating on her insistence on coloring with elemental cores
here is a gas that makes me feel more lighter than higher
here she gifts me brighter day
better ray. does more than she will ever say
not to be pathetic but i'm definitely hoping that all this coloring could forever stay
though i love her enough to send her away
but beautiful fire don't put yourself out don't
put yourself out. don't show me what's brighter
then gift me a lighter
then put yourself out.
here i feel the reach here i feel
a gentle tug and it's
good for me, i can tell.
here I am laying in a light painted on for me
and I am so happy to be living off a dream
performing live in this city here I am performing
live in a town
old lady don't tell me to come down
here I am learning names of
a crowd
I'll die before I lay ties to it and I'll live before I lie
to it
this is when survival feels tempting
but I shouldn't let a dream take me off another
if it was my dream to never be a bother
if it was my dream to lay low and live wild
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