Its getting about that time
that we all switch pictures
define ourselves in some new way
write plays about the years we didn't pay attention to whilst in them.
She glows.
Shifts in the distance like shifters do
mirrors the parts of me I cling to
splices in the new shade of blue
that some commoners cooked up one summer
I want to move like you do
I want to follow a tune that you grew
up out of that dangerous mouth of yours
I want to slip in unnoticed into your background
I want to leave you in the wake of a spellbound
insomnia silvia nightgown.
I'm a remix of secret decisions
that I would love to let you and your friend in.
Take the tour of the wicked and old sins
that I wrote when I worked for the lived-in.
But she's still staring loudly at the floor.
Forgetting what project I wrote for.
Forgetting what score I produced.
Forgetting why I haven't noosed myself quite yet.
She shifts in the distance like shifters do,
mirrors the parts of me I cling to.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
Its getting about that time
that we all switch pictures
define ourselves in some new way
write plays about the years we didn't pay attention to whilst in them.
She glows.
Shifts in the distance like shifters do
mirrors the parts of me I cling to
splices in the new shade of blue
that some commoners cooked up one summer
I want to move like you do
I want to follow a tune that you grew
up out of that dangerous mouth of yours
I want to slip in unnoticed into your background
I want to leave you in the wake of a spellbound
insomnia silvia nightgown.
I'm a remix of secret decisions
that I would love to let you and your friend in.
Take the tour of the wicked and old sins
that I wrote when I worked for the lived-in.
But she's still staring loudly at the floor.
Forgetting what project I wrote for.
Forgetting what score I produced.
Forgetting why I haven't noosed myself quite yet.
She shifts in the distance like shifters do,
mirrors the parts of me I cling to.
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