Friday night at Bria's party, swore I smelled your perfume hanging in the air. It's polite not to stare.

Me and Caitlin dance to some old Falloutboy song, somehow I know the words to sing along. She's so pretty with her body all spun around, especially when she gets in my face. I'm a goddamn sucker for any girl who disregards my personal space.

And she's dowsed in the chemical you coat your body in

Could I take you on, could I take her on?

I spied the Fibonacci tattoo underneath her hair, like golden ratios that lie beneath our underwear. It's polite not to stare unless you want me to stare. I got the felling that I never wanted healing from the things you were concealing from me.

I'm walking home again and I'm talking alone again



Personal Space

An original song written & recorded every week of 2016. Click on the track for lyrics

Personal Space

Patchwork Refinement 2016

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