I Want To Do What I Used To Do Last
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/
I want to do what I used to do last
kept once, stored up, among the cupboard's real glass stash
(a porcelain clash)
must recover, carried to a glowing life bed
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living in the outskirts of a fantasy
I got lucky
I never ask, I only have to dream
It's so hard, don't you believe me
I got lucky,
believe me
I am not gonna go back, sociopath
I have a chance, I have a chance, I have to dance,
I need it more than I could explain
living in the outskirts of a fantasy
Dropping the Case Against You
raspy voice within a song
go ahead, take me away
and whereto, you would want to go
my witnesses are futile now that I fell into all this
my case is ruined
no need to testify now, I'll live inside your truth
the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt
distant view, envy-filled
-s's.
Letting you go I have to do what I loathe I would never And Though you come around, Why would you ever take us down?
-s’s.
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.
wither. candle
descend into madness, now,
nothings going to change, but who wants to stay the same
flame, I'll feel your glow,
but you're insane
touch me, little flame
maybe I'll know
things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
La Vie en Or
Words are singing
down along the lines
I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is
Sunset is lonely and its
teasing the rivers
I know, I see light laid on top of the farms
I see life for what it's not
