i must be dreaming

I’m trying so hard to talk to you

but you’re far too spaced out

eyes on your phone

and your heart, somewhere else

I try to pick a ring off a planet,

take your hand and slide it on

you barely move.

is this no big deal to you?

I see the world has soaked up your brain

with its treasures and girls spilling common gold

rest assured, you are free to wander,

to wander far and then further away

until the day you sit in somebody else’s heart

a hundred, or a thousand sorry miles away

you think of me as you sit alone in your quiet sunspot

and wish you could feel at home again

somewhere between something and nothing,

I think I’ve found another just like you

just to feel as blue despite everything I do

-lol nothing here makes sense, nothing makes sense at all tbh

Miss you and your out of season looks

Miss everything about your face

Wish the tap would spill something other than common gold and my hands would stop crumbling

You’ll be the showgirl of the home team, I’ll be the narrator
Telling another tale of the American dream

disarming but undeserving.

remember when you taught me fate?

you said it’d all be worth the wait

Keep reading

It feels like I’ve been an inpatient all my life, and you’re just another one who visits for now… I’ll watch you come and go until you never come back again……..

But what’s the rush right?

You used to bring over juice you made

saying how it could chase away all my blues,

and fill my head with nothing but sun

I remember how we used to play house

until the sun went down and your mother called

I don’t remember how the last call she made went

but you were gone and the world disappeared with you

I think he still remembers the pain I didn’t know you had

he remembers you for who you really were

while I can only recall how you tried so hard

to give me the sun,

only to have it die with you

You talk to me out of the blue

To try and see if I’m over my blues

I want to tell you I woke up in his shoes the other day

And earned a smile from his mother when I visited again

I watch you pull the sun down from the sky,

hold its radiance in your hand and then offer it to me

Tonight as the prophets pre-pray over this story

I hope they know the end will never come

‘‘Game face, getting why so serious, child

You’re like a boy, delirious

When you say, “Is this town worth living in, living in?”

Is this town worth living in?

Do you remember when we spotted him?

All suited and booted

She said you’re living in a cellophane house, you’re never leaving

You’re living in a cellophane house, you’re never leaving

She said, “Use your fangs and my spare time

Come on in the car you’ll have a great time”

You say, “is this town worth living in, living in?”

Is this town worth living in?’’