Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind
I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein at the same time
Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers
whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe.
Caterpillars sing songs to September
slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories
where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts
about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms.
Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out.
Heart's for rent here
Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts
Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians
And with the right selling line
It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings
A character of wills you say,
blueprint of rented feelings.
Stir a cocktail of shock waves
from stone cold realizations
while i mull steadily on my unsure
recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing
you've found in a long time.
But that's just a new line
you've heard wiser men say
So you say it without hesitation and
make earlier reservations.
God, this could take an hour
Or a second if your patient
Adapt to different payments
Unusual affective statements
Encase it in sarcastic shell
crack it by the cases
Sew it at the seams make sure
I seem real sure of your supposed
intentions.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind
I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein at the same time
Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers
whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe.
Caterpillars sing songs to September
slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories
where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts
about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms.
Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out.
Heart's for rent here
Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts
Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians
And with the right selling line
It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings
A character of wills you say,
blueprint of rented feelings.
Stir a cocktail of shock waves
from stone cold realizations
while i mull steadily on my unsure
recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing
you've found in a long time.
But that's just a new line
you've heard wiser men say
So you say it without hesitation and
make earlier reservations.
God, this could take an hour
Or a second if your patient
Adapt to different payments
Unusual affective statements
Encase it in sarcastic shell
crack it by the cases
Sew it at the seams make sure
I seem real sure of your supposed
intentions.
