(2012)
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
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