your mind sweats from the thought of every lasting
lover i've ever touched,
every single being that's ever crossed my mind,
i'm loving my lack of transparency
everything we could be;
everything i want to be
i rather set my soul on fire than say a word
kerosene in coffee, lighters for breakfast, cigarettes
we're all crippled kaleidoscopes,
functioning in some broken type of way, some
decrepit-Sunday-morning-type-of-way;
feeling like a heart transplant
ache, it's the twelfth day
by hurting lovers we hurt our hearts
let's stop dancing with the safe side
break, they say
break, find the spare parts