i paint you in every colour before you leave my field of vision. i spit out words i don’t understand like i love you, i need you. you dance with me in my bedroom, spin me around until i’m blue in the face, you say you love my glow in the dark, i say but you shine brighter.
maybe we could sip on the cyanide in our peach pit smoothies while i carefully contemplate? i don’t quite understand this but i dream anyway because there’s nothing better than our flashlights.
i’ll make you a thousand mixtapes and we can dance to modern day synth pop and we’ll feel like we’re in the eighties. i’m a nineties baby i just made it there. syncopated words, and clever cacophony spill out of my mouth, you’ve got my lip gloss on the corner of yours. stay careful, i don’t know what any of this will mean in two weeks.
but, we’ll go out singing,
*baby, we’re golden, baby, i’m holding on to you. baby we’re golden, baby i’m holding on. baby, we’re golden baby, we are, we are, we are...