camouflage; a soul.
a spill can ruin a man woman.
I can feel their eyes, but I don't say a thing.
don't talk to strangers.
"do you see that old ladies belt?"
I expect you to say it's ugly
instead you reply, surprisingly, and with wit I might add,
"yeah, it's totally vintage."
what the fuck is wrong with this world.
that's not even a question anymore.
joint account, three ways
we still need one more song.
untitled--
how original.
I remember when we used to lean back
I fought for your attention more than I'd have to now
but people make conclusions.
I made mine about you,
vice versa.
it is nothing to recollect.
nothing special, anyway
I hope you're reading these words.
I use I too much
have you noticed?
I'm self-centered.
there I go with I again.
and again.
I have poetic insanity
and we finally have a finance director.
bald, bold, Jason
he goes to Zigs.
just kidding.
it's too loud bitch, turn on Springsteen
cal-um-down.
just like he says it.
guess I can't spell it out for you.
good thing--
my writing is atrocious.
I can feel their eyes, but I don't say a thing.
don't talk to strangers.
"do you see that old ladies belt?"
I expect you to say it's ugly
instead you reply, surprisingly, and with wit I might add,
"yeah, it's totally vintage."
what the fuck is wrong with this world.
that's not even a question anymore.
joint account, three ways
we still need one more song.
untitled--
how original.
I remember when we used to lean back
I fought for your attention more than I'd have to now
but people make conclusions.
I made mine about you,
vice versa.
it is nothing to recollect.
nothing special, anyway
I hope you're reading these words.
I use I too much
have you noticed?
I'm self-centered.
there I go with I again.
and again.
I have poetic insanity
and we finally have a finance director.
bald, bold, Jason
he goes to Zigs.
just kidding.
it's too loud bitch, turn on Springsteen
cal-um-down.
just like he says it.
guess I can't spell it out for you.
good thing--
my writing is atrocious.