Make believe
Gliding on the sideways, The knees hurt but the heart won’t leave, The hurt peels into a million reasons, That the heart can’t deceive what was coming, In front of your dress, you’re charming, You’ve been thinking, an escape from the lover’s part, All he had was his vocabulary, The optimism of honesty, Closing his ears against the greatest love song, Surrounding his hands with the Catholics, Holding on to an eraser and a curling iron,
Silence was what she lacks, picking death from a cigarette pack.
I had these intentions that you could learn,
But it will fail and it will turn,
Everything hates and everything loves,
Everything turns sour, then folds and turns to jade.
