home
“do you use pleasure as a sedative or luxury?”
if i answer you now,
can it still be fun for me?
If i allowed you my body, will it be in good hands?
And if i ask you to change, will you understand my commands?

But can’t we just have fun?

A mundane Monday, and it’s about to pass
All i gotta do is finish my work and get to class

But lord knows it can’t be
Can’t be that easy

Because if it was all mine, I’d share it all
Your love just feels like a prison
But without the privacy
It’s a grail, and it glistens
and it would; for the life of me
I sound sore and entitled, but it’s just that
It’s for those kinds of people; they wouldn’t understand
Until you switch your cards with the ones in their hand
you can ask me what’s wrong, but i won’t respond
You know what it is and have known for too long
I could tell what you felt, cause it’s more than you and me
I learn in the deep end, but forget it all out in sea

I’d **** for some place all to myself
Plaster the walls with my thoughts and my colors
collect all my past selves and say thanks to all of their mothers
Do some work and read in all corners
Make some art worthy of another meaning
I want to impress someone other than myself
To love somebody as if it’s for healing
Because whatever else it’s for is for lovers and i wouldn’t understand
Not unless you wanna tell me about it man to man
All in my place
I’d **** for a taste
Do you think it’d make me more rounded?
Would i become someone more understanding?
If i give you some space, could the moon be our landing?

I’m conceived through what if’s and to dos
Throw me into the wolves and I’ll lose but not without trying
It couldn’t be as hard as they make it seem
I dream in a room opposite of dying and i can’t remember what they’re like

sleep is the cousin of death, and my time is relative
I wish i could interpret my own time, but it’s under your sedative
You could say my pleasure is important, but to what extent?
Does what makes me happy matter to you?
Do you feel bad when i have less than you do?
I wonder what goes through your head when it comes to me
You see what goes through mine,
it doesn’t have its own pillow
It’s a guest in its own home
It’s a guest and it’s all alone
I thought I’d be accommodated at least
I don’t even have my own sheets

The world has no obligation to make sense to you
You have to make sure to treat it with the same respect
Invite it into your space, and show it around
and put it in its place, nail it to the ground
Don’t let yourself get tossed around, especially when you got nowhere to land
because people will pick you up and drop you with the same hand