Shoot, shoot
I told myself to say
I got,
I got, ah
I got something tomorrow.

Who do I got?
Who do I got to
To belong to

Tomorrow?

Man, I wish I was talking to you.
I wish, I wish
I wish I wasn't talking to this muse

This lyrical, rhythmic cadence
That haunts like one of those dumb ghosts
Made of candle wax

And

Moon light.

That would be nice.

Wouldn't that be nice?

That would be nice?

That would be

Nice.

I swear I got some nice somewhere
Stay a while
Put a record on, or the Bluetooth sure sure
We got Spotify
Put something on
This silence is like stones against the window panes
And echoes pain's something
I don't need anymore of because shadows
Because shadows
Because shadows have tainted faces
I've loved for far too long
And far too little

Let me strive for
The clarity

Of love.

The clarity of desire.