Trying to touch the sky
every time
feeling up with hands
and feeling fine
feeling myself dying and at the same time
being alive
feeling, well, alright
feeling like I want to buy you
a sandwich and a sprite
is that okay or even just like
close to being a little alright?
listen to me smile
cant you feel me, like
being so, like
fucking right?
you know, with me wanting to be
everyone's light
my falsetto tenderness that only when I lay down in the weather and leaves of fall
I can provide
help me hide
help me gut these fucking traitors tonight
help me chase em all down and teach em the law of fire
the law of Nof
the law of getting you off
the law of leaving dust and not caring about it all
leaving you sore
the law of mystery eyes and minor chords
always wanting more
the way I can touch you with my vocal cords
and how you can't even help but to be all like standing up and shivering talking about how
it makes you love me
that much more.
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