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i wish you would notice the meaning behind my excessive laughter colliding with yours / like it's some type of morse code for saying / "i like you, a lot" / raw prunes would suffocate my already affected lungs / and you'd laugh like it was our own inside joke before we carry on with drums.
motormouths are kept hidden from wings that flutter downwards instead of upwards / because they'd find a reason to enter their tongues in techno light quickness / without any permission to flicker.
you remind me of life when it was still once mine / when people wouldn't talk when i told them things that were inside / when i could still trust and no one would lie / through their teeth that are always rotting from the outside.
i miss your soft hair that you would mess up by / slipping your fingers through them / like fixing wires in the cyborg i bought from across the street / last sunday night.
i know i could talk to you about anything / so why don't i? / why is it so damn hard to even open my mouth and form a sentence around you? / syllables will super glue each other when i speak / and you seem discreet and your thoughts seem so bizarre / but yet still charming / and your brain rife merciful divine; sweet everlasting jubilation is all you want / and baby i can give you that / just hold my hand.
though it'll feel as if you were being held by a corpse / a lot of people would say / never do they try to find what's screaming behind closed eyes / shattering pieces of quilt upon the merry-go-round / 'cause you thought i wouldn't find out / but your shadow talks in your sleep and it's more honest than your endless weep.
so shiver me timbers, but i think i've gone blind.
