i'm always yelling about
shit that you don't want to hear.
vague recollections of
my melodramatic life
"maybe I'll just choke out,
extinguish my ashy flames"
another loose metaphor
that I can't relate to.
there's nothing deep to this
just grow up and skip a rope.
but you and your friend
will fall asleep inside his crib
you can't share embrace
that's not what you need
so erase yourself from this frame.
break your tongue
about how you still don't know anything
tear your curls out
and braid your hair
hearing the notes bleed from constantly straining the meaning.
i'm scarcely using words
if aren't articulate
feigning false intellect
like I always do
and when i'm at your house
haunting right next to you
but you're still not listen
i never planned this out
but i'm glad that you stayed consistent
Track Name: Boys of Summer
constantly redefine every segment on the lines you've drawn. breaking off your loose syllables just to keep your lips warm.
haunting through your house, or maybe Alvaton, caught up in another cigarette (we both know that you won't quit).
cauterize every word that your mother has ever said. she came back after nine months just to pretend that she's not dead.
still haunting through your house, or maybe Alvaton, and I'm going to miss your hands, getting caught up in themselves, when you sleep.
you're keeping secrets away from your friends and everyone else.
i'm sorry i made you lose all of your control over everything but at least you know that I'm not sorry we're lost, moving closer to nothingness.