La Lune

Talking dirty and going cruising with no luck
I think I'm going crazy hoping I can numb the pain
I drown my sorrows with Southern Comfort
And play the same song over and over and over again 

Here at the Penguin Café
My scars are invisible and they taste like moonlight
And everyone knows I'm mercurial
I am the solecism in your pellucid writing
I am an autumn sunset
The boy with red lips in a nocturne

When you look at me I get shy 
My eyes turn into oceans only you can see
The violin in my heart is a painting
Soaring through red skies of complete lust
I think to myself, shut up and kiss me
And tell me to stay before I leave 
Won't you be my outerspace miracle?
But you never really care to talk to me
And I can hardly understand why when it's so obvious
I want to eat you like a peach 

And I laugh to myself, how I live in fantasy
Wishing you would make the first move
I like it filthy like a biohazard tattoo
Every night I see your face in the moon
I'd break the rules, climbing up to you, you, you 

The February rain fills the grey sky
As I watch the crow dance
Like a glittering moment in the deepest trance
Hosting this pleasure, so nonchalant.