The night is bittersweet like ecstasy
Revered by the paintings we paint
Burnished smiles aching by the lake
Silent as we speak
Listless waves come back to me
I remember your name
In an antiquated sea of marigold
As ripe as the words we use
Whistling blues, seldom here
Waiting for me
Is this a sign?
Watching the leaves falling
Sleep is a privilege
And I can\'t sleep tonight
The moon opines
Who\'s going to be popular now?
I eat the sky
I ride the bus to somewhere new
Writing love letters
At night, I wonder are you gay?
With your dark triad traits
Do you think of me like I think of you?
Resting my elbows on oak
Stained with cigarette ash
I can\'t help but think of you
Smiling at your cold embrace
I was a king in my dreams
But when I\'m with you
I feel like nothing
Drowning in a faceless dream
Enveloped by everything.