you tasted of a memory from the very first time. my face in a picture called you and i thought... yes! you must be mine. i'll come collect you right away. every word i read like a reminder, a path to a place previously grown. maybe you are just some kind of nostalgic terrorist. i dunno.
and it smells so achingly wonderful that i don't smell it anymore, i see it. constantly prepared to be wherever you need me. and it looks so beautiful that i've lost sight, now i'm left with my feelings. a ruby, all scratched and chafed. trenched, boiling, god damn angry.
sometimes we are so plugged into one another. thank god for weird songs from the 80's or i'd have no way to shine a light. how can you be so immobile? how can you not fight? how does the poetry proclaim so much sense under such yellowed semblance? i'm turning around and around to avoid going out the door cause i know, i've been out there before. though it's boring to just make you want me.
let me be that dude from 'pretty woman' for a second... welcome to hollywood. everybody comes to hollywood got a dream. what's your dream? what's your dream? ay mister! ay! what's your dream?
this is the moment i regret the audience of one. this is the moment of panic. i recognize the stream and my drunk ass not knowing what to do. splashing onto concrete like a fool. i'm not signing off. i'm not going to ride off into the sunset with a donkey full of forever hopeless. the grass spreads the earth in search of us but you've got that thing where your feet get stuck.
your enemy is stronger than me. and for serious, i am as strong as can be.