Your language is mine and together we share something beautiful.
Today is too bright just to follow the sun without losing that pale blue.
You're promising nothing but fucking flowers
and broken cages declining on the bedroom floor.
Stop chasing the snakes and run with the dogs.
Stay locked in your closet.
Stay tired for so long.
Too early and bright just to follow the sun.
Too wet in the East.
Too dry in the West.
All good things come to an end.
I lose if I leave, I lose if you leave.
All good things come to sad endings.
To love all of the old pretty songs.
Born with a broken compass and rust in the knees.
To love all the pretty songs as I pass through the heat.
Tired and shameless and boring, nothing is real.
Learn from your fathers who taught you: burn everything.