Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start looking like you're in love with me.
Forget those spiders,
cut yourself free.
Get into my orbit.
Talk me through my destruction.
I'll distract you from yours.
I'll put on that tie you like,
and you will wear that black dress.
We will pretend we invented fashion.
You will get the eyes.
I will get the eyes.
Get into my orbit.
I'll tell you anything you'd like.
I wouldn't mind if you would cover me with night,
and silently rest your head next to mine.
Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start looking at me as if you can set me free.
I only see you in fevers of inappropriate dreams,
you only speak to me when everyone else you know is asleep.
I will make coffee,
you will bring a sewing kit.
We will talk about finding the bottom
of the human soul on drunken nights.
We will say **** the indie kids
and the 70s throwbacks.
We will wear swimsuits
when no one is around.
We will talk with good humor
about what we'd say at the apocalypse's final address.
Get into my orbit.
We'll compare scars and run from all our old towns.
Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start rewriting yourself with me.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start looking like you're in love with me.
Forget those spiders,
cut yourself free.
Get into my orbit.
Talk me through my destruction.
I'll distract you from yours.
I'll put on that tie you like,
and you will wear that black dress.
We will pretend we invented fashion.
You will get the eyes.
I will get the eyes.
Get into my orbit.
I'll tell you anything you'd like.
I wouldn't mind if you would cover me with night,
and silently rest your head next to mine.
Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start looking at me as if you can set me free.
I only see you in fevers of inappropriate dreams,
you only speak to me when everyone else you know is asleep.
I will make coffee,
you will bring a sewing kit.
We will talk about finding the bottom
of the human soul on drunken nights.
We will say **** the indie kids
and the 70s throwbacks.
We will wear swimsuits
when no one is around.
We will talk with good humor
about what we'd say at the apocalypse's final address.
Get into my orbit.
We'll compare scars and run from all our old towns.
Stop looking at me like you look up to me,
and start rewriting yourself with me.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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