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Was it something you remembered that brought you here?
Someone once precious
You took, forever
So subtly you brought me in
I turned into glitter,
I turned into glitter.

You were beautiful and you were sour,
You were there, with your hands on the ground
You were safe and you were sound,
You blew and I just kept spinning around

Was it lovelier from where you were standing?
Smiling but never contented
You looked, looking
But never was better than later
I once nearly died,
I once nearly died.

You don’t want to leave me lonely
You don’t want to leave me lonely, so hold me

Flashbacks, circles, humor, you’re thinking too far ahead
Darkness, wondering if it’s easy on the words you said
Everything you think you know would eventually change
Eventually there’ll be nothing to prove and nothing to claim
So honey, let’s just stick to the promises we’ve made
Our body’s too old for decisions, too young for shame

If my heart can’t love you,
I don’t think anyone else’s could

You don’t want to leave me lonely
You don’t want to leave me lonely, so turn around

Kamal, butter chicken, Heineken. Kamal, Golf GTI, Kamal. Kamal.

I-came-for-you
Alright-I’ve-been-so-much-poignant-than-you
Sometimes-I-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn
Don’t-turn-me-down

Polite-words-and-benefits-coming-out-right-so-far
Don’t-believe-in-all-the-things-you-see
Sometimes-they-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run
Around-the-feelings

Could-you-tell
If-I-had-my-fingers-crossed-behind-my-back?
Sometimes-I-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
I-lie-sometimes

I-came-for-you
In-my-chilie-red-Honda-and-my-favourite-white-shoes
Sometimes-I-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn-turn
Don’t-turn-me-down…

Alive without breath, not complete yet decisive, teasing and feelings, leaving and revealing. She chose her math over his lead, her newborn take on fidelity. Substantial sensibility, into popularity and how she feels under caviler eyes.
He had hands, adverse, thinking, stop.

In the waiting line, different and agreeing, sweet motions, his dragging feet with lazy eyes, she had to be sure his misery devours. Singular words dripping, immersed among her evil, circling.
She had hands, looking up, calm qualm.

It’s not about hiding the overgrown faith, what she might have decided on, it peels and weighs on a warm sound in his elegies. It’s not about the harmony of their fragrance, what she might have misinterpreted, it stains and always will. Maybe someone else could help her to see through.

You’re searching for sequins, circular sincerity, a big bottle of perfect perfectly. I can’t figure it out but whatever that makes it glitter would alleviate the pain just like whatever you used to say. We’ve been inside and out, regardlessly regarding, biting on the hands of our mind. The affection you spun around my breath, you made me promise not to leave, you kept your fingers in. You tasted honey and the rhythm that turned your eyes green. Searching for sequins, imminent gluttony that wintered your heart; that look on your face. These distances that lead me into your empty room, suddenly swallowed, whites my speech of good fervent reverie. You’re deepening my chests with moody uncertainties, with words like finer, easier and leisure. We’ve been inside and out with our fair share of strangers, the bodily movements against callous stagnant silhouettes, obviously, i don’t know the cane; where it lands, who it sides with all the while…

Not today, it’s getting late darling, this morning feels so much more beautiful with my eyes closed.
Stay, say you’ll stay, but frankly you’re getting really fucking irritating.
Sometimes, some money trickles down from between your legs, I know, I was never a fool. Late nights and Fridays, is that all it is?

Although it keeps the smiles in place, with fancy clothes and pheromones, I’m always selfish when it comes to practical fervors.
Next time, it’ll wear you thin, turning so very famous, letting them in will be easier. Talking, thoughts and piss-drunk words with your hands around your throat. Stay, say you’ll stay, nobody’s perfect underneath so it’s okay to feel a little left behind…