He plays on me like I were a fairground,
I am sun-stained
he is hard.
To me,
there is being dead
and there is being alive twice --
give me your pulse, give me your alive --
I am either empty
or full as a ferris wheel at night.
I don't say that sometimes I cannot fit in
the carousel rides
or that sometimes the carousel rides
won't fit in me. He
takes my heart and puts it on the swings.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
He plays on me like I were a fairground,
I am sun-stained
he is hard.
To me,
there is being dead
and there is being alive twice --
give me your pulse, give me your alive --
I am either empty
or full as a ferris wheel at night.
I don't say that sometimes I cannot fit in
the carousel rides
or that sometimes the carousel rides
won't fit in me. He
takes my heart and puts it on the swings.
