I'm not here to fake shit Go ahead and point your arrow of justice wherever you want to believe it should be pointed I flip a coin and roll some dice End up under an umbrella in cherbourg End up with a blank face returning my stare They could never make me hate you They could never take me from the love that I am Sometimes it just comes with the hate The inflammatory rage i allow because i know my heart is in the right place The imperfections boiling over Wondering if i should use something other than the arrow Wondering if it would even pierce the metal fairy Returning to my collection of hats Returning to anything but my natural hair Returning to my natural hair I see the artist in you Even when you feel the least creative, just insane Even while we're just friends who want to fuck Even when I get tired of you I see that you actually care And when you want to be left alone I oblige Because I know it takes a while for me to gather my thoughts I wanted to congratulate you o...
all the metal dashing one way, the opposite way which I'm going i've already decided to drive by my decisions rather than the science of the machine & i never been one to announce my arrival i prefer to let it speak for itself the “science” the parachutes and the long beach of it all i feel like a soldier on a battlefield & i give quite easily i dream and through a portal, i see a friend in real time soul intact but swimming through deep water, through a maze, (the urge to trade places) towards what i suppose is a name in lights ? sometimes in hindi, sometimes in chinese characters but always in my accent sometimes in full jester mode but she tells me not now gently she says not now her hands and her spirit slow to let go (in and out of the abundance) .. should i be thinking differently about all these recurring themes ? bout the fishhooks and waves and lures ? what they using as bait nowadays ? the salt and sweet built up attracts a hummingbird catches me and my fa...