I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.
With a psychedelic twang and orange glaze
luxury gold spraying through the years
discovered you like you were never really real
and learned the great ensembles of the past
A grand and tragic rampant pursuit of passion
-s’s.
the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt
-s's.
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,
voice of honey silk that wraps you in
I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,
but now I'm stranger than I ever was
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
-s’s.
why resist the fire of you when it shines on me too
-s’s.
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
-s’s.
I would especially like to apologize
to you, for I
was skipping rocks
over the pool
of which you cried
-s's.