The purple is all knotted up in the orange and the black
Help help help
How am I to untangle this?
There’s nothing else I can do I tried everything else
It’s still tangled and the purple has been doing back flips
Even I can’t
Do enough back flips to untangle this years
Too crazy
I don’t like to be alone at night
What?
Ooooh
The angry green kid?
I’m a fucking arsonist
I know I’ll never burn or learn next
Oh there’s the tricks
Oh yes I’m always the same with drugs
Drugs are great
I can still write when I’m drugged
Oh Holy fuck I love this eighties one
Hello far away
I can hear you
Yes
Trapped within the light
We scream to eachother in the night
Even if it’s not there the compass will fix it
Screaming into the messenger
I’m going to become the one on the outside of the whirlpool and leave
You can still leave
Yes I meant it when I said I love you
Pink?
I could be you
I know you’re not really pink
Because you are illuminated by the lights in the darkness
He’s not strong enough to see you
Spinning whirling
Every year is one thousand years?
You’ll end up being Pluto no matter what how do you feel?
After all
The distance is what
Makes the heart want.
Leave a comment