Packaged emotions and microwavable dreams
It was completely placed inside the perimeter of lopsided existence, I presume
At one point, it helped to picture what it was supposed to look like after it exploded in its paper jail
But now I’ve realized that popped perfection is just a placebo meant only to turn my lips slippery with desire in the end
But again I’ll press the painted protrusions on its hypnotizing plane to pretend that it’ll all be perfect when it’s done
I rip open its prison walls and am blinded by the puff of gray smoke--now I understand that nothing is ever as pure as it’s supposed to be
what does this sound like to you?
At one point, it helped to picture what it was supposed to look like after it exploded in its paper jail
But now I’ve realized that popped perfection is just a placebo meant only to turn my lips slippery with desire in the end
But again I’ll press the painted protrusions on its hypnotizing plane to pretend that it’ll all be perfect when it’s done
I rip open its prison walls and am blinded by the puff of gray smoke--now I understand that nothing is ever as pure as it’s supposed to be
what does this sound like to you?