i’m dropping you off at SeaTac in the morning and i’m worried about everything all at once again seems i spent my weary days in a stupor don’t wanna forget it all seems i let everything pass me by don’t know how to keep it all when you come back home we’ll cuddle in the blankets so close as if there’ll ever again be snow and you’ll feel a back so warm we’ll hustle in the system so choked never again be broke ‘cause baby you matter you went to Safeway and got groceries the night before because you’re worried about everything i might not manage relief in the tempo so i hope that you find something to seems i spent my weary days in a stupor don’t wanna forget it all when you come back home we’ll cuddle in the blankets so close as if there’ll ever again be snow and you’ll feel a back so warm we’ll hustle in the system so choked never again be broke ‘cause baby you matter you won’t be gone for long, but goddam it’ll really get to me it always gets to me i just forget you won’t be gone for long, but goddam (hope, it was just tomorrow) it’ll really get to me it always gets to me (hope, it was just tomorrow) i just forget when you come back home we’ll cuddle in the blankets so close as if there’ll ever again be snow and you’ll feel a back so warm we’ll hustle in the system so choked never again be broke ‘cause baby you matter it was just yesterday that we were young and free just you and me when you come back home we’ll cuddle in the blankets so close as if there’ll ever again be snow and you’ll feel a back so warm i was reading The Grapes of Wrath and had to laugh at the turtle metaphor ‘cause i’ve missed being in my youth and now i need to reconstruct everything i thought that i understood

he was a drifter, she slept all day but together they make something magical or so she thinks on the brink of love again will it ever be the final sprint? on the brink of a poem will it ever be the final sprint? i’m on some train straight to the inferno that’s laid down for me running late where to be born again onto some terrain long forgotten though i know death to the self time to grow she was a big sister, he wept all day but together they reigned something whimsical or so they think on the brink of love again will it ever be the final sprint? on the brink of a poem will it ever be the final sprint? all aboard some train straight to the inferno that’s laid down for me running late where to be born again onto some terrain long forgotten though i know death to the self time to grow all aboard the train straight to the inferno running late, running late run away, fuck it all all i wanna do is everything for you all i wanna do is everything for you so many things i just want to make better for you all i wanna do is make love to you all i wanna do is make love to you all i wanna do is make it up to you all i wanna do is make love to you all i wanna do is make love to you all i wanna do is make it up to you

the pixels that make up the memory make me so unsure if there’s a cure for a world so cruel spinning by the works of all pure take me by the shoulder, hold it to me for a world so cruel i ripped up my ticket to heaven it flew away like the red balloon i knew brimstone and dancing way long before it was on the front would it be okay if i let you stay here with me in Kalamazoo? or should i just let you float in the basket that i made for you? the next one, i’ll make sure it’s not empty but i’m so unsure if there’s a clue for a period so cool getting what i need, bottom rack of Dollar Tree dinner by microwave, and espresso, too, forget a world so cruel i ripped up my ticket to heaven it flew away like the red balloon i knew brimstone and dancing way long before it was on the front would it be okay if i let you stay here with me in Kalamazoo? or should i just let you float in the basket that i made for you? there’s no doubt, no doubt, no doubt that i love you but i don’t really how to chisel the doubt the precipice of all the others and their glory lately it’s been sounding corny, but i’ve always been dramatic another dipshit moment, based on a true story lately it’s been so corny but i’ve always been camp please, baby, tell me how do i make it all better because i can’t stand to see you cry no more would it be okay if i let you stay here? i ripped up my ticket to heaven it flew away like the red balloon i knew brimstone and dancing way long before it was on the front oh please, baby, tell me how do i make it all better ‘cause i can’t stand to see you cry no more so would it be okay if i let you stay here with me in Kalamazoo? or should i just let you float in the basket that i made for you? oh please, baby, let me know how much more i can do because i will stand for you a thousand times and more should you have the shittiest day, the shittiest year i’ll let you fly when you’re ready to

i drew a picture of the city let it burn under the sun now it’s only so faint to me Blockbuster front aisle, so faint to me and let them turn away lots of promises to fade like an owl’s wing, so faint in the wind and i’m sobbing on the sofa so on-brand of me let me die right here, please i don’t wanna go on it’s redundant, all of it, and i’m ready i drew a picture of the city let it burn under the sun now it’s only so faint to me Blockbuster front aisle, so faint to me mirror on a mirror in a mirror to a mirror that was all i could see and feel and hear and speak and there’s a mirror back in my first movie and let them turn away lots of promises to fade like an owl’s wing, so faint in the wind and i’m sobbing on the sofa so on-brand of me let me die right here, please i don’t wanna go on it’s redundant, all of it, and i’m ready lots of flowers, no more fear never really wanted to be here lots of flowers, no more fear never really wanted to be here (i don’t see what’s wrong) let me die right here, please i don’t wanna go on so redundant, all of it, i’m ready let me die right here, please i don’t see what’s wrong to let go of this vessel, let me go let me die right here, please let me die right here, please let me die right here, please let me die right here, please

french press layered drinks board games 80s fantasy magic spells avocado toast happy little Poppy with downtempo shepherd’s pie black velvet dress photos to sing so magical needles bloom layered themes bowl of water, it rises a phoenix just like me sermon soap dog star mirror the whole world he needs to hear

the palms of my hands they read miracles the palms of my hands they plant these seeds had one here in me it felt like a rhythm of bass and treble spells that i played along for myself to stay in check like most songs, just a voice with no face but yours, my sweetest thing has never left this place ‘cause you’re now in the ether laying in the water blooming forever like a rose of Jericho not the sweetest of the Tetley and the best of giving missing you the palms of my hands they plant these seeds (baby) you’ll only bloom from here, my love mama’s womb to the brightest of stars but yours, my sweetest thing has never left this place ‘cause you’re now in the ether laying in the water blooming forever like a rose of Jericho not the sweetest of the Tetley and the best of giving, i’ll be missing you my rose of Jericho not the sweetest of the Tetley and the best of giving, missing my baby love but don’t you cry so i lay right here and let the water rise close my eyes, don’t go in blind so i lay here, lay right here, let it rise i close my eyes, and see you there in mama’s womb

i’ve learned love reciprocated in the aura i don’t wanna be empty like i’m being sorry if i’m letting you unread i don’t mean to be some fucking stupid, but i’m only a little fucking stupid, so remember the honey only in my bedroom with my cassette deck pause and record and there i was shedding stories and mysteries in the darkest walls of eternity with the boys and while i’m a tumbleweed deep in need and all i need is a god i hate there’s no dreams no more i’ve learned love reciprocated in the aura i don’t wanna be empty like i’m being sorry if i’m letting you unread i don’t mean to be some fucking stupid, but i’m only a little fucking stupid, so i don’t wanna be empty like i’m being sorry if i’m letting you unread i don’t mean to be some fucking stupid, but i’m only a little fucking stupid, so

not like me to not give my everything you shoulda seen me before i caved in hyperactive, but never active i did it all for the check and then left the world in all orbit, walking fiasco, ‘cause i’m a black hole pretty like me to turn away and run haven’t seen the sun in so long sitting on the trunk under the sun i’m taking in all the flowers and all their power hyperactive, but never active i did it all for the check, i left the world in all orbit, i’m a fucking fiasco i did it all for the check, i left the world in all orbit, i’m a fucking fiasco pretty like me to turn away and run haven’t seen the sun in so long sitting on the trunk under the sun i’m taking in all the flowers and all their power staring at the sun, the radio and television staring at the sun, the radio and television staring at the sun, the radio and television never understood why i gave it all unlike me to say fuck everything never understood why i gave it my all you shoulda seen me before i caved in interactive, but never responsive i did it for the check and left the world thrown all in a funk, like, all the worlds before thrown my mind is a black hole that swallowed sun pretty like me to turn away pretty like me to turn away pretty like me to turn away pretty like me to turn away pretty like me

you reel me with into your dream and it’s a rough one, ‘cause i run on the verge of a blazing wilderness until then, i don’t know why i won’t miss it all of the warmness from the coldest songs once sacred, now has me crying along until i get my next buzz true, i gave to you my soul and blood and wine and die true, i gave to you my soul, blood and wine and i lose my faith in you i’m old, flesh and bone, unreal you rope me in with your charm but i’m a rough one, and i run i’m on some verge to tenderness until i’m back down below the faces all of the high from a humming song once sacred, and now it has me crying along until i get, until until i get true, i gave to you my soul and blood and wine and die nothing really matters nothing really matters nothing really matters nothing really matters

walking on the boardwalk in a slow dance with lanterns leading the way, lighthouse to a train sitting on the bench branded by BP in a retrospective mood with phantom leading the way, lightning bolt of pain crash of thunder from a Frankenstein sky it’s something due in time we were quoting all the same things the sparkle of the eye in the night it was a magic from the beehive leading the way, lightning bolt of pain working on Thanksgiving do the dance macabre under a reservation there’s a heat in that pay, summer with the rain selling cigarettes branded by the BP in an introspective mood in tandem and it’s leading the way, leading the way onto the next train crash of thunder from a Frankenstein sky crash of thunder from Prometheus’ thighs and i can feel it, that’s something we were quoting all the same things the sparkle of the eye in the night it was a magic from the beehive (walking on the boardwalk) spent all day watching movies and hitting my vape 80s fantasy, never-ending stories we were quoting all the same things we were quoting all the same things the sparkle of the eye in the night it was a magic from the beehive

i’m high as hell and i’m floating on your choral blue tile kitchen floor hot as hell for December, the oven ever-burning over-smoke the kitchen floor the Edmund Fitzgerald speaks to you in a whisper the Edmund Fitzgerald speaks to you in a whisper, glows in the nightmares, leaves you under the weather i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always be on you i’m in bed and puffing on this Bubbalicious the acting in this Lifetime movie got me laughing in the moments never thinking of the dread but then it builds up, i guess it really takes a hold of me and i’m so sad all the time so here’s a sad boy kind of rhyme i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always be on you i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always need to see hot as hell for December, the oven ever-burning over-smoke the kitchen floor the crystals on the mountain speaks to you in a whimper snow once the ultimate peak leaves you underneath the header i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always be on you i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always be on you i’m in bed and puffing on this Bubbalicious the acting in this Lifetime movie got me laughing in the moments never thinking of the dread but then it builds up, i guess it really takes a hold of me and i’m so sad all the time so here’s a sad boy kind of rhyme you don’t know a thing about me you’re living in the up-turn, over the down-turn giving all you got you don’t know a thing about me living on the down-turn, giving all you got to your tapeworm bring it all up, bring it down in a fire i’m the Shaggy stoner to your Puma king your hieroglyphic tattoo, i’ll always need to see