You're wide awake before the alarm starts ringing The house is cold I know the feeling of wishing the sun would rise faster I'm doing alright (alright
They found a castle on a cloud I found a lightbulb gone out There's a fortress where they'll live When their organs call it quits Little silver children
Let's fog up some more windows Clutter up in the back of your rusty car I'm a little nervous, I haven't done this in quite awhile There's a lot of inches
You took the long way home. I've been sticking around for way too long. My throat is full of words. I'll stay quiet as a mouse, and search the walls
When you wear Lipstick, I always want to kiss you, but you use your lipstick as an excuse not to kiss me, You prefer to do it in the morning, when you
You never missed a word I tried to fit Inside a chorus, inside a verse, all my intros and the bridge That's where I put all the awful things I think
The extended family crowds around you But they're all icicles They're just there to reassure themselves That they will go to heaven also But you are
Sophomore so different that you're just the same Sophomore address your parents by their first name Sophomore such an ugly caricature Sophomore keep
You put your flower on the lips of my head I thrust myself between the breasts of your chest Swallowed by a whale in the sea And vomited up dry on the
My eyes augment the pleasure of our colliding skin Sliding through you Plotting your own death on that denim couch that I found hideous to help the public
Here you go giving me pieces and parts the cheapest parts, from the shittiest places and there's no guarantee you'll make it home with me I'm not like
I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quitting You always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundry All your clothes were donated
You were only there because you shared DNA You wore a mask but I could read your eyes You were spared the trouble of being an audience You reflect to
I'm in the other car Riding impatiently in the back seat You're in the turtle-top caravan Somewhere in this traffic jam I know i hurt your feelings And
I crave my own misery I'm the reincarnation of marquis I create a list of easy tasks Because i just love to check shit off To bring myself closer to
We're trying to balance each other On a hammock in the middle of summer There's medication in your fanny pack Because you're a hypochondriac Historical
I know you're shy i know you like to get high i know you probably wouldn't never talk to me if you didn't have a buzz, if you didn't have a buzz at least