| :: Just Breathe :: blue // fade into it surrounded by // candlelight you // with a painted face and a black eye // and a black eye across the street // from me Sunday morning // the choir has been dismissed How did 12 become 21 // How did this become to This You think that I was young // within reason to become the finest version of your // universalist Daybed splinter and a wooden desk // things you shouldn't concern yourself with It's all just dust in the air // we're all just dust in the end Wake up // breathe in // not yet Space // Riding in the Trunk I think we've got too much time on our hands to be up to good White cotton lipstick // don't touch this subject it means too much to be // forgotten wake up // breathe in// not yet Thank you // for the ride and the jeans But my shoes are still too big and my mind is pretty clear I meant what I asked // not what I thought A long time ago // Packed away with the Christmas lights On Easter // I read // Your palm I saw your fear of God // I read your palm I thought your lines were strong and beautiful but I failed to see your face |
| Untitled two I wish that my arsenal was mine and mine alone and I wish I would've just let it ring and I wish that your name didn't carry so much weight or at least you'd let me carry something and he looks at me in mocking satisfaction of the guilt vacation as you do what you are told and he looks at me in a mocking tone and I hear you say Sweet ginger, you gotta have a plan Sweet ginger, he won't always be there sweet sweet apple cider ginger ale like cool to the touch like spicy bring it over here, I won't ask for too much You fight, you lie, you breathe with caution you deny Tear up this place like a 30 foot stage in the sky Zep was right turn it up look it over I'm feelin high in a roundabout way like spicy cool to the touch // his grin is too much Like cool ginger careless winter maybe you look right in the wrong club Like spicy child sweet and wild High strung out on stage denial |