Nice hat.

This is our ungodly hour, sweetie. Again.

It's most definitely metaphorical, because the ratio

is much further this way.

vanka.

Strut your stuff, throw yourself in,

I want you to be ok, but I want you to be ok

with me.

But one out of two ain't bad.

In your atmosphere.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

I wonder where I am in my relationship to you.

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

I watch your life play out, in pictures from afar.

Said you're alright, though you said you'd be sad,

You're my LA, I just can't stay away,

I literally am sleepwalking in your presence,

Whether it be natural or habitual,

And I read your words and recalled your conviction,

Then burned the lies and the pain,

Juxtaposed and closed and opposed and

I know this circle is a one way street.

I'd die if I saw you, die if I didn't see you there...

I'm gonna' steer clear, burn up in your atmosphere.

Hi.

I'm back home;

Icy, wispy, shattered home.

Smelly, messy, burning home.

Aorta.

She's winning again.

You better not read this.

I still take a look, though I know not why,
Because every other moment of the day is spent
Reminding, reminding myself of who you are,
What you stole.
You dirty thief.

So broken.

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.

Better is Your love.

Healer of my heartache,
Source of all my joy,
It comes from You.

Mountains will crumble,
Sunlight will fade,
Better is Your love.

Better is Your love.
Better is Your love.