Blue Ribbons will do
just fine.
The taste of less fortune,
one of the few
now only able to stutter
this heart of mine.
She dances careless
but only in my daydream.
Show them how that
ugly body can truly caress.
Bright red,
wipe it off.
Whipped beige,
that color never stays.
Deep black,
tell me what you
would have liked.
Run her hand
through her hair,
tell her what
she's always lacked.
Rewind, restart.
She lives in pretend,
she plays where it never ends.
If I touched you softer,
if I round my hips
and match the pout
on h e r pretty lips.
Can I touch you like that?
Can I make your heart beat
like a heavy acid trip?
The same way your eyes
do in five seconds flat.
Smug smiles,
bleak future.
She'll make it look
pretty and luxurious
for that white-lightnin',
psychotic cruiser.
Unsuccessful dreams,
she's back to being sixteen.
Reach for that boys attention,
she never dares to mention
that she doesn't need introduction.
She already knew of
such sweet perfection.
He's a mystery,
he could control her
with such mastery.
He's a worldwind,
leaves her deep-end.
Fight that dwelling.
I sip grenadine,
taste remnants of
his eternal sunshine.
It's a feeling she
could never hide,
a longing that he
will never mind.
You do it so beautifully,
poetically speaking of
the great divine.
Life could've been sublime,
every day would've been
our very own sunshine.
Mixed together like
velvet and silver.
Taking another chance,
she already knows
this foretold song;
the decade lingering
of a cold shiver.
She backs away,
in the darkness she lays.
Reciting fleeting moments
he'll never stick around
to relive anyway.
Watching and learning,
I master in loving
things that doesn't
even have feeling
to give something
to believe in.
Grenadine, sunshine,
can you break this heart of mine?
