I rode euphoria
that was not my own
and
somewhere along the way
I think I
dropped my soul

soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?

Keep heart
And use
Explosives
As pillows for
Your heads
While we watch
From the softness
Of our beds

a paper blue square
took me miles high
to touch the sky
a cosmic make out
melted on my tongue

we all fall prey
to the monsters we create

hold my hand
so your thumb
can tap that beat
on my wrist
the one my heart
decided to keep

If we could've known
what we would become
I would have told you still,
out of breath
and full on in love,
that you were gonna be
my favorite home forever.
All of the lovely, broke,
young and dumb, sweet,
smirking son of a gun.