I have a thing for you, that's for me,
you'll know you're never supposed to use it,
but you won't be able to control it,
your body won't say a thing, only do,
We knew it had to come to this,
but pink streaks in the sky,
such a sight to see and be under,
and wonder like neither of us are a person,
outside of love, vibrating past,
the purse,
the bag,
the greatest grab or gab,
just thunder reverberating within the wings of birds,
my favorite starlings, darlings of the heart,
now symbolizing hurt,
but I'm just singing from the dirt,
in some place at some time,
all we know is love.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC
I have a thing for you, that's for me,
you'll know you're never supposed to use it,
but you won't be able to control it,
your body won't say a thing, only do,
We knew it had to come to this,
but pink streaks in the sky,
such a sight to see and be under,
and wonder like neither of us are a person,
outside of love, vibrating past,
the purse,
the bag,
the greatest grab or gab,
just thunder reverberating within the wings of birds,
my favorite starlings, darlings of the heart,
now symbolizing hurt,
but I'm just singing from the dirt,
in some place at some time,
all we know is love.