As my phone rings
And I sulk to bed

You’ve been fasting
Since you saw them in that dress

We’re not perfect 
Cover that bruise with ice

Moving up north
Was a route to a better life

Envy led us to entropy
Out the door in the meantime
Envy led us to entropy
It’s getting cold let’s go outside

People watching
Was our favorite hobby 

Winter shopping 
It was a flimsy reason at best

I wish you were there
To hear what I said

I wish I said it
So our friends could relay the message 

Envy led me to entropy 
Now I’m lucid and seeing red
Envy led me to entropy 
For all I now know you could be dead

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- / .--. .- .-. .. ...

Reoccurring Dreams Involving Cities In Spain

We use to talk a lot over the phone
You told me time after time you wanted to come home

You need to stay
It’s for the best
They all agreed
So now you only see your friends in your sleep
Oh no

Night after night
Cigarette after cigarette
Tell me about the circles and the boy that you met

I promise next month I’ll be there and so will your sister
They said it takes seven months for you to heal your blisters
Oh no

We couldn’t pick you up because we didn’t have a car
And talks with your parents were becoming rather sparse
Our words came from love and a bit of denial
Your actions came from...

We were the first of kin
We had to tell them
We never got to see

We were the first of kin
We had to tell them
We never got to see

We were the first of kin
We had to tell them
We never got to see

We never got to say goodbye
I never got to say goodbye

Eyes And Feet

There’s a beach
And it hurts my eyes

Too damn cold
Without a blue light

Deafened ears
And tits online

Synthetic bones
With infinite time

Cover up
Your horrific plans

At least until
You're alone again

Harold of
Your favorite sins

As the water leaves
And the night begins

…Only Within My Phone

Why were you fucking with the dead rats in the corner of the room
People saw me yelling at you and assumed I was just another douche bag boyfriend

They were right

Why were you fucking with the dead rats you could give us both a disease
Mask my anger with concern for your health so I could sleep with a little peace

It works

I met June in July
We made things work until September
Left nothing left for the house
Quit caring when they were around

It was nice

December and I’m still not forgetting them
Take some classes at college in the meantime
A speakeasy would do wonders
To pain about past lovers

It sucks

Dead rats
Dear rats
Dead rats
Dear rats

Dead Rats / June

Finding the end may bring upon peace or terror contingent on who you talk to weather through
death or kinship
Ergo the blisters you will find on your fingers and palms derived from those you hold closest
dear
And as fruit rots and insects die all will find it harder to resist temptation to unclasp their hands
in an effort to postpone the result of what we have grown to feel comfort within
I have grown to despise this temptation as many do
But when it comes I will welcome it with open arms as we all do

So sleep now darling
Because for now you and your ideas are enough

The Taste Of Sand

DIY music project from Long Beach and a low glow //
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The Taste Of Sand

A Nocturnal Nowhere

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