slept so soundly
does anyone remember what it is like to stay on the phone for more than an hour? more than two?
how about more than six?
was it such a long time ago we had the passion and newness not to know what we do now?
Love is a thing that use to be simple and free, a thing that as a mermaid put it "belongs between the spaces of childhood and adulthood, and can never be visited genuinely without a recurse to adolescence" Now it seems to be one of those things that is seldom possible and if at all very difficult. I'm not comfortable with the truths cigarettes and a legal ID bought me. Let's unlearn them together.
I cannot lose my idealism, it is still possible.
If one can cross the earth, temporal distances can't be out of reach
twist me and crack the ice, not frozen to the core bubbles form and cold cold water soothes a tom waits cough.
I'm going to live like a free child with makers mark and a love for bars. Everyone wants a friend or a fuck in most of the shady sides of town. But hope is a fire that keeps my soles worn through and my heels bleeding.
give me a soft patch of grass, a warm bottle of wine.
give me a pelt that purrrs and a facefull of passion.
carrol and nabakov, the space between.
there exists a wandering mind that is not so young as it is focused.
bleed me strip me all over again you world, I've got a new numbing agent from a back cabinet and I'll take on the pain of boyhood again.
I'm revived reenvisioned with a furtive pen hand and a bottle.
the cigarettes have burned my eyes and now I can see red.
give me boyhood once more.
and despair mixed with hope I will store.
how about more than six?
was it such a long time ago we had the passion and newness not to know what we do now?
Love is a thing that use to be simple and free, a thing that as a mermaid put it "belongs between the spaces of childhood and adulthood, and can never be visited genuinely without a recurse to adolescence" Now it seems to be one of those things that is seldom possible and if at all very difficult. I'm not comfortable with the truths cigarettes and a legal ID bought me. Let's unlearn them together.
I cannot lose my idealism, it is still possible.
If one can cross the earth, temporal distances can't be out of reach
twist me and crack the ice, not frozen to the core bubbles form and cold cold water soothes a tom waits cough.
I'm going to live like a free child with makers mark and a love for bars. Everyone wants a friend or a fuck in most of the shady sides of town. But hope is a fire that keeps my soles worn through and my heels bleeding.
give me a soft patch of grass, a warm bottle of wine.
give me a pelt that purrrs and a facefull of passion.
carrol and nabakov, the space between.
there exists a wandering mind that is not so young as it is focused.
bleed me strip me all over again you world, I've got a new numbing agent from a back cabinet and I'll take on the pain of boyhood again.
I'm revived reenvisioned with a furtive pen hand and a bottle.
the cigarettes have burned my eyes and now I can see red.
give me boyhood once more.
and despair mixed with hope I will store.