you four track it
so everything you need
is already fucking there
it's not the glitter that makes a thing
it's the stuff
the veneer of responsibility
this photograph would be creepy
if i didn't know both of you
how it's all fade-y and sepia-ed
it's significant enough to smile
to the theme of the star-spangled banner
that's what Nietzsche said
let me tell u something about fb
it knows whats on ur page
it knows what you "like"
so it tells me cher tickets are available
i want to run a brothel
into the ground
because i love you
what surprises
have to happen
for you to love me too
i only want to suffer until i do
you're killing me
i'm just trying to relax
(i never relax)
i wish my head was disconnected
this chair was free
it'll keeping playing
if im not there
i learn what i think when i read what i write

1 comment:
last line love.
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