I got you right where I want you
create the night that I want to
Form the image from clay and set the puppets to play
in a box that I paint to look like a stage
and the strings move all by themselves
There are smiles in some pixels that I scroll by
standing right by an ocean reflecting the sky
An emoji or ten πΊπππ£π’π πΊππ₯π₯
a polaroid of a bed, the top half of your head
Nothing's ever looked as nice as the memories I invent
Poking holes through the paper and particle board
convince myself it's a life I can't afford
Sweat, gas, matching tattoos
It's so much easier to just talk shit in my room
I got you right where I want you
and I lie because I want to
The four last things on my blog:
A dead link to a song ππΌ
some pedals I want πΈπ΅
a lengthy post that I'm gone ππ
But all I see is a picture of us at 17 π§βπ€βπ§π·.
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN