Drinking red wine,
Pretending I don't need Jesus.
Why do we do this?

A firecracker sitting on my headboard.
A time bomb in my heart.

I should just surrender to perfection.
Because I know it.

Back...

Oops. What does that mean?
Don't want it correlate,
But maybe it's too late.
Or maybe it's too early.
Just trying to be a poet now.
Don't try too hard,
I've learned the hard way.
Attempting to decipher what
It is I am thinking. Silly,
Yes? Everything is subconscious.
I believe in battleships,
And horse-drawn carriages,
Look after me and carry me home,
Then wash my feet and have me,
Don't just hold me.
I kill myself for entertainment,
Even in the busyness of hollow
Sockets of life.
A woah-oh-oh is necessary,
Just a gasp of air, expressing,
Well, whatever.
I wanna grow up.