i dreamt of you, long legs and tattoos, in the magazine, and your friend with mine, i forget about where it all began, well, i sensed my loss close-eyed, holding back words of beautiful, in the arms of sleep, i dreamt of you.
Now, there’s two…
i am like taking pictures constant memory i am like always thinking my attention i drew a line across your path your safety pardon me things i could burden you could relate sometimes we leave out the punctuations to make it look better like a lie like my line you made bolder in purple end it home cause i am like broken bottles sharp and curved witout receipt i am like you undeceived
three pairs of shoes, three pairs of shoes, three pairs of shoes and one of ‘em is mine. not blue with laces, not blue on the left… not heels, jet black and striped in white. not 1/23 naked, no not 1/23 naked on the right.
girl, do you know my name? do you know that i’ve tried to tell you what to do but all you did was stare at me. i can’t explain it, but i’d feel it often and i want to disappear. i want to disappear. i want to disappear. look me in the mirror. read the letter, words you’ve circled in red. lying beside your suitcase, pieces of mirror, look me in the mirror, look me in the fucking mirror. with ten thousands germs, staring you down. you know its so hard to love someone dead, can’t get no reaction, so hard to love someone who can’t move. don’t catch that starlight express, no, don’t get on that train. a getaway car, that’s what you need you stupid fucking bitch. look me in the mirror. look me in the mirror. i’ll disappear cause i want to disappear. your heart of stone, hands colder than them, little fingers on your hands, colder than your promises in november. girl, do you know my name? do you know my name?
absolutely, fucking gorgeous.
the simple boy, on his wooden boat and the perception of the whole rippling sea. appreciate. emancipate. while the tide is still low, the pinkish amber sun floats on the clouds. without friends, to share this beautiful view he patrons every morning. without time, spinning lives in life…
mine. hua ha ha ha. hua ha ha ha. hua ha ha ha ha…
Look into the peep-hole, looking pretty importunate; still ugly, hands on the knob, hands off my door, keep your hands off my riches before I get left-handed, substituting alphabets safely inside, you’re dissident inside, I won’t fuck her, I won’t fuck her, I won’t dare, wane in my face, Wayne and the waters of Lethe, texts me on the phone, tells me he’s gonna mess me up, cause he loves her, he wants you, you’re not bothered, only the greens to pay for your clothes, and you’re turning your head, while we’re suppose to shine some light, like a disco ball, aren’t we all? aren’t we all? aren’t we plastic from Ikea on discount, someone else is going to bless you, with a knife, with his prick, when you’re drunk, drinking and you’re famous, you’ll get up nude, get up and get over, get the phone, he’ll pull a smile and say goodbye, well if it’s alright, it feels alright, then it should be right, you’re not coming back, you can’t, gossips will murder you right in the face, right in your face, I’ll promise I’ll be parry, I’ll be good, I’ll be away on a holiday, strip the world away from you, village bicycle, I won’t fuck her, I won’t fuck her, I won’t dare, I’m afraid of AIDS, you’re getting some, you’re getting fat, with hopes and fears, almost a year since I’ve been tied down, tantrums and diamond princess of 20, acne on your face, green eyed, someone else is going to bless you, with a knife, with his prick, when you’re drunk, drinking and you’re famous, you’ll get up nude and loving it, its routine, well just because you feel right, its alright, all is right…
a rusty bin chamber; chained. aren’t we all? then comes the lady who picks the lock and empties the rubbish and crap and sprays some perfume. it smells of baby powder. someone’s resting on my right shoulder. then i glanced into my rear view mirror… i tapped your hands. see me smile. then see me turn my head back for a clearer view. taking corners; we’re home. a cigarette, maybe two. ask me over. ask me for another… crude and a rusty bin chamber; curious. aren’t they? watching us from an aerial view of words, sights and expressions. but i lied to play safe. the lady who picks the lock, come back. i can’t be asking cause i’m at fault… but i’ll put a yellow and blue polka dotted ribbon on my right shoulder while you keep your mind open.
