Fuck You, I'm Sorry

A Boy With Roses

Wallowing in the glitz of confessions
A picture of simple times
I know where I want to go
Like the smut tattooed on your knuckles
I follow the aeroplane flying over my house
Returning to weakness
This debauchery is making me sick

With this aerial perspective
I see your symptoms speaking in tongues
That pale distance
Tricked me when I was young
I've believed in the power of manifestations
Consumed by addiction
And lucky I'm still breathing 

Where did you find your fire?
Longing for a sense of peace and suffering
Counterchanged
I am an illusion, but what matters to me
Another day regretting 
I never kissed your smile

I am spitting like a comet
Gone with it, laughing when you're not looking
Baby, I want to lick you in the heat 
Soak into me
Make that kind of 'S' composition and forget it
Never look back, I regret it 

Saying please, it was exciting boy
Swimming in your tears
Yeah, I unzip your temptation 
Wishing you'd notice me
When life brings me to my knees 
Saying please, it was exciting boy. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2024 16:25
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11


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