Silver city lights
burn, reaching right
far bass line of pureness,
been living under water
this whole time,
been living under your spell
like I ain’t never had no choice,

you and I
don’t make nice,
you and I
can’t play nice,

steady tryin’ to show me
a painted thought
shat out from somebody
else’s cotton mouth,
we ain’t makin’ the love
you say you feel, baby,
so why we gotta pretend
like this has to be
something
in the least,


Something, to say the
least -
emergency,
rushing, cold, icy,
sticking and peeling
from
my center layers,
the scorching halo
surround the base,

You look in my face
as if you knew
how it hurt,
how it rips,

how it lingers,