I would like affection Or at least settle for the feeling Of sending online messages That confess some sort of something You know what I mean Like a volcano eruption A thing that cannot be contained And escapes to shot shots In someone else's inbox I would take an afternoon And maybe to rest well in the evening Of settling deep in someone's eyes And claiming that it don't mean nothing You know how that goes Or maybe you don't Enjoy intimacy with some sense of your own special feelings I've had dreams of nothing lately Or nothing that will leave this bed There are rooms still left uncovered In the dark reaches of downtown You know what I mean A slow-flowing ice river A place that no one heads to 'Cuz they're not looking for the real answers

Well love songs can start to get boring But love stories are evergreen Emoji cryptography & body language Are our modes of modern discourse Expressed in the medium of private message I guess that love makes a life worth living still Just the loss is tragedy but success is not worth telling Except in the small crooks where our hearts rest the night We paste on the Valentines and pretend it's alright But you know that is no way to live your life Is it the Short drives back with the springtime buzzing Four eyes drifting south in the space of the mundane Soft declarations in the armrest of old love songs Strawberry sentiments sitting sweet on the tongue Affections can really get sort of confusing The texture can be almost impossible Intuitions live - reading between the lines It's a place I'll never rest, a place I'll never feel alive Taking things the wrong way is taking up most of our time The strawberry fantasy can be sort of wasting But fruit trees are forever growing Love languages foreign, romance in terms oblique Are the irrational beliefs we swear by Little lies that may help us get to sleep at night Try love on for size But may just find it doesn't suit you Give you heart a respite So it's engine doesn't peter out What don't kill you Don't always make you stronger Sometimes you're just left feeling More deadened inside Well love itself can feel like the scaffolding of this life A tail wag, a slow blink, or a quiet night With romance as a flourish that we seek out like a medicine To mundanity & greyscale hit with a splash of red & pink Sharp & tart & bold & deep

My dreams don’t tell me much these days At least not much that I can tell Just a series of lies & distortions And sun-shaded, psychic hell Wake the fuck up Or I'll kick your ass Head from the clouds Eyes from my feet Tears from the mouth Christening me If you're gonna dream At least make it something I can halfway believe Bite my neck & suck my blood out Kiss my forehead - put it back in Wear my skin like a shawl that's worn out Pulled from the closet with moth-bitten corners Kiss me quick & suck my soul out Careless to a lockbox & the depths of the ocean Put me in a doll & leave it on a swing set Stirred in a cyclone & no life left in its eyes Wake the fuck up Or I'll kick your ass Head from the clouds Eyes from my feet Tears from the mouth Christening me If you're gonna dream At least make it something I can halfway believe Just know it's nothing that I really mean Only that you're the person everyday who I see And I guess that's like a set of claws Crawling into my cortex An excuse for me to wake feeling Something Foreign in my gut Yeah, just know it's nothing that I really mean Only that you're the person everyday day after day who I see And I guess that's like a set of claws That's crawling into my cortex Clawing excuse for me to wake feeling Something Foreign in my gut A stomach ache... or an ulcer My dreams don’t tell me much these days At least not much that I can tell Just a series of lies & distortions And sun-shaded, psychic hell

You might just be the one for me And I think that scares me 'Cuz I've gotten so used to keeping my options open But options are potentials And potentials don't mean shit It's gotten sorta boring & I'm feeling kinda sorta sick But a sickness tends to be unending When your heart's shaped out of glass This, another bin I'm diving in, another big pile of trash But trash is just a lifestyle Just like romance, and wealth, and fame And the smell is hard to scrub off & I don't think I'll ever be the same No move love No more anything Because I don't have a sense to see it Or the tact to treat it right Not any blood flowing through my body A drained costume, sunken white This might just be the month I leave When I can't stand this swelling weather This summer's been so mean to me start to wonder if I deserve it But escape is just a compromise You broker with the tides of fate A whittling away of everything 'till it's just a core of hate I know you're not the one for me It's something in which I never even believed Been getting so used to 4-Koma fantasy Stack the strips into volumes, and then volumes into books But the panels keep on scripting Against the better judgments of the Sun A kissing dream- Some shit I really don't fucking need Embrace the ruin Like I've done before And I'll settle in and not ask for more Break my soul into pieces To get some rest for a change

I know that it's just fantasy But the scraps it leaves will do for now A never-ending pity party Five month joke at my expense Just for now Leave the shoes on the mat for the mud collection I'm building a hovel to myself out of scraps And a monument to your kiss from the petals of never Gonna happen, ending, winter, and more I believe it's all imaginary But I felt your touch and didn't pull away The ship is in flames Sinking slowly but living day by day but still living day by day Just for now Leave the sails at half-mast and the genoa gusting I'm making an entire bottle Out of the vessel of this moment And a monument to your mouth in slow-motion Sickness, blurring, perpetual, and Carly Rae I guess the imaginary keeps me from wanting to die And thoughts I keep chasing keep me occupied I guess romance is better than nothing And I guess that's beats being in a coma But that endorsement's hardly ringing And it can still be like a rot of mind A kiss of death is still a kiss A seducer all through all of time It's like sour spiked with sweet To create a cycle for relapse As long we share the same air it'll stay impossible to relax Just for now I'm a little black sheep getting shaved for winter Making a coat for futures when everything is gotten cold again And a monument to your crash in stanzas falling In love, through cracks, tetrinos, and hate

At a time I was a person We had a thing or I imagined it Warmth bathed everything around here And shorts were the shade of all those days In colder months a passion lapsed A frozen shoulder or a delta nothing Maybe a moment could change everything And hoodies held secrets to take to the grave That night could've housed a kiss, maybe But there's no doubt it would've been pretty messy Under star-speckled skies one decides not to fly Because the fall back to Earth would break every bone In a notebook, codes & ciphers sketched out A Da Vinci-esque tract through rusted path With thorns poking from the hallway walls Snag of skin tear open bend the blood to page of verse And for the final act, a fire To spread all over my skin without a feeling I'll melt away in joyous nothing For all the ink I've let spill under my skin 2, or 3, or 4, no more Take them like an anthology Of flailing, failing to grasp solid reality In one way or another 7, 8. or 9 to fix This glue trap I have myself caught in A hagiography atheistically Where divine aesthetic Mark a map that gets folded in fourths This, a situation Not a ship But made of shit.

You said my words never made sense I guess that's just like you to say I've been fighting the horizon And those who say that it's the end Of the world Impulses just bend around me Like two negatives being made to kiss Jenny's the script of failing forward And defeat is coloring everything Like kids And their walls Romantic through mental commitment And absolutely nothing else Standing up tall for the poetic In the face of the myopic And small 'Cuz love a desert before you know it And your mouth turns as dry as dust To speak not even of lips Once shaping the sounds of nothing sweetly Now empty holding not a word of meaning It's never meant a thing The only shame is in how long it took me to see The world says I should fall in love But I stay fiercesome against its tide If fate is conspiring one way I'll about face and turn it on It's head And heart For that's all I really got In the end