11 on thursdays

You are fucking gorgeous.

Ode to my lovers

You were never a lover, just a minor
You were a gentlemen with too many barriers
And you, you were my first
You carried my heart in what was so cold
But I left you behind.
And you, my second first
Our love was cancer
cus you loved smoking fags.

You

you

I never thought i'd hate anyone more and more
I tried not to let you down
i fucking hate you
and i will always hate you.
you disgust every fibre of my being you selfish prick.

Mistaken for strangers

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

Monster

That boy is a monster
there was a monster in my bed
he ate my heart

Gone

All the world in one grain of sand, and i blown it

Long time no see

Go
fuck
yourself.