John Wilkes Kissing Booth Kiss Of The Starving Class
Let the lightning come and the august fall
In the broken down bathroom stall
We made love like amatuers
The thrift store bed still cracks and creeks
Androids dream of electric sheep
I dream you're here
But it's just air
Carl Jung whaddya make of this
My plots take suspicious twists
Non fiction becomes fiction
Blah blah blah we make believe
The things we love will never
Black addiction to fiction
Lightning comes-august falls
Broken down stories that our eyes would write
We had 45 good nights
Yes i failed
I failed you well
Im still sojourning back from hell
At least i tried
We had 45 good nights
The man that fell
The man that crashed in your
Kerosene-photographs
Will crawl with pride
We had 45 good nights