i try to wring my veins of all starlight
to sweeten your tea with, but there’s simply
not enough andromeda. i am unchained of rock
whittled slightly but never disdained by crashing wave
vous voulez un petit fleur, no es como yo
i am not to be picked and toyed with. i lay cards on
mats but they are not for the future, only for a self
fulfilling prophecy of broken bones and soot
i’m sorry you don’t have perfection with an apron tied round it.
sorry enough to lay salt on your grave so no green grass
ever grows, and dance on it to punish the crystals
deeper so you can feel it where you are
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
i try to wring my veins of all starlight
to sweeten your tea with, but there’s simply
not enough andromeda. i am unchained of rock
whittled slightly but never disdained by crashing wave
vous voulez un petit fleur, no es como yo
i am not to be picked and toyed with. i lay cards on
mats but they are not for the future, only for a self
fulfilling prophecy of broken bones and soot
i’m sorry you don’t have perfection with an apron tied round it.
sorry enough to lay salt on your grave so no green grass
ever grows, and dance on it to punish the crystals
deeper so you can feel it where you are
