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.

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