Yawning mouth of the city beckons Glittering jagged teeth tearing into Passing souls Walking on slick black tounges Sand beaten breath fogs windowed eyes The beast we come to love Even as we live incased in it's cavities The plaque in the grime of eroding gums
When did you last brush your teeth Your buildings, starting to turn gray Your tongue a tad flavorless Do you grow old, fat, and tired? Or is that just us?
Changes float on the breeze so subtle You'd never see them unless you left People slowly turning to dust Blowing away But everything still stands As if nothing ever happened We live our lives in nooks and crannies Ghosts pressed between the glass Tiptoeing enamel streets
Plush gold chairs and minty fresh Oh peppermint fresh Rain trickled saliva slips over your swinging silk face Breath, taunting tints of lavender Your back is straight Stressed crowsfeet pupils shine Wake up tomorrow to find today Your eyes are brown but green Your mouth is wide but tight Your grin not as cheap as the others
Everyone starts to bleed together All traits the same So very different You weren't drinking mint Nor lavender Freeze frame in memory Pick and choose what we see today Who to be yesterday Next week pickle plum I'll jump through a fire just to feel me, feel you
We're running from something Day to day Feels like time, might be ourselves Your shoulders are curved, the slightest of slouches Your eyes are oh so green and teeth so straight Thin lips and a long face Once opon a time I almost knew you But not today not ever Self chained straining towards freedom But happiness wrinkles you cheeks Self imprisonment won't bruise the will Don't listen to me, your far more free than I'll ever be Whistle to the stars Shrug your shoulder at life's questions Look it in the eyes with your peridot irises, tell it you've got this I wish I know what you were drinking Rainwater and honey
Your eyes are weary brown Rosy cheeks blush on bronze Hair shifts to straw spun gold You haven't aged but I feel so old Going places while I stand still Doesn't feel the reverse though that's the truth, if only in theory You paint life, I paint paper I maybe younger but I'm wilting faster. Is it wrong that I wanted to kiss you For a millisecond and no more Atune to a time warp lost in free space
Green eyes Brown Rigged lines graceful limbs I'm a overcooked noodle With a halfcooked plot And everyone seem so put together I'll poor the pesto on myself and call me done.