There Will Be Fireworks This Feels Like
This feels like I'm the loosed heart
You're brushing off your brand new sleeve
Heartless, inclined
To be patient while i work out
How to work you
With these average grade hands
Controlled by imperfect
Needs and thoughts
Tied up in knots
With you close legs in your plain white linen
Like snakes in the garden hidden
The words fall from my lips
And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead
The message reads like your first school bible
Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks
On this night
With the concrete cracking from this dead sick cold
My face grows old
Tracing adjectives and nouns that I misplaced
With this average-sized mind
Filled up with imperfect needs and thoughts tied up in knots
With existential questions of my vocal rehearsals
I always remember the curse words
The words fall from my lips
And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead
The message reads like your first school bible
Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks
The words fall from my lips
And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead
The message reads like your first school bible
Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks
