Dec 2014
That night you told me we were the same kind of crazy.
I take a peek at you through my Wells goggles. I've had a sip too much of my grapefruit ***** and we are the only two people in the bar.
I'm light as a feather and with gin nipping at our noses, we let Jack Frost drive the car that night.
That's the thing though, sober or not it's all the same game. The wells is just gasoline to ignite our volatile roulette.
Drink number two still as pink but this time I'm ******* faster. I'm trying to imagine that the lime at the bottom taste like your lips and I am inching towards your soul.
That night you told me we were the same kind of crazy.
Chemical malfunctions in our past, led us to that moment. Infinite understanding of misunderstanding.
I'm light as a feather and I let you drive home, but I never asked if I could stay.
I cannot do simple math to save myself from blushing. As people start trickling in I count my breath and catch the eye of a familiar stranger.
He was wearing the most arousing scarf.
I wish that was your scarf.
With Jack Frost waiting in the car and grapefruit in my veins I count the steps synchronising the strides with my heartbeat.
**** it's cold. Please let me hold your hand.
Pack the bowl, pack the ****, pack the one-y
Isn't it funny that rhymes with honey.
Glossy eyes and records. Your White as fresh snow sheets.
I digress.
Why do you always make me leave?
I could just lie with you, I'd just like to listen to you.
We talk, but vaguely. I wish you'd open up to me.
I'm sorry.
Comfort keeps us swollen, but what we have is frail.
Maybe I don't love you, but I don't feel cold to you either.
Give me something to think about when you aren't around.
You're my friend.
Platonic, no depth, just silence.
My vocal absence attempts to create space for your stories.
What are you about? How did you get here? What happened to make you untrusting of my company?
These are these things you think I cannot see.
Somewhere in our cloud of smoke is the door to your heart.
I don't want it to be mine, I just want it to tell me stories.
I take a peek at you through my Wells goggles. I've had a sip too much of my grapefruit ***** and we are the only two people in the bar.
I'm light as a feather and with gin nipping at our noses, we let Jack Frost drive the car that night.
That's the thing though, sober or not it's all the same game. The wells is just gasoline to ignite our volatile roulette.
Drink number two still as pink but this time I'm ******* faster. I'm trying to imagine that the lime at the bottom taste like your lips and I am inching towards your soul.
That night you told me we were the same kind of crazy.
Chemical malfunctions in our past, led us to that moment. Infinite understanding of misunderstanding.
I'm light as a feather and I let you drive home, but I never asked if I could stay.
I cannot do simple math to save myself from blushing. As people start trickling in I count my breath and catch the eye of a familiar stranger.
He was wearing the most arousing scarf.
I wish that was your scarf.
With Jack Frost waiting in the car and grapefruit in my veins I count the steps synchronising the strides with my heartbeat.
**** it's cold. Please let me hold your hand.
Pack the bowl, pack the ****, pack the one-y
Isn't it funny that rhymes with honey.
Glossy eyes and records. Your White as fresh snow sheets.
I digress.
Why do you always make me leave?
I could just lie with you, I'd just like to listen to you.
We talk, but vaguely. I wish you'd open up to me.
I'm sorry.
Comfort keeps us swollen, but what we have is frail.
Maybe I don't love you, but I don't feel cold to you either.
Give me something to think about when you aren't around.
You're my friend.
Platonic, no depth, just silence.
My vocal absence attempts to create space for your stories.
What are you about? How did you get here? What happened to make you untrusting of my company?
These are these things you think I cannot see.
Somewhere in our cloud of smoke is the door to your heart.
I don't want it to be mine, I just want it to tell me stories.
