When you write in all italics and contagious thoughts convince you
that coffee mugs, prescription drugs, and perfection will fix you.
When you're buried under pressure, you develop a defense
to the feeling that you might become barren spirited.

When you write in all italics and exhaustion overwhelms you,
the three AM curtain calls are too hard to continue.
What's the reason for an escape when everyday is dull?
What's the excuse for your excess? You are at an overflow.

Italics Pt. Two

I write in italics
When I am in a panic
Sniffing benzedrine
To get from A to B

I'm a living, breathing Aldus Manutius
Routine seizing, feverish confusion

I write in italics
When I am in a panic
Curing writer's block
Using obetrol

Italics

Experience gaps in recent memory
Sipping on summer ice, heat is an infrequency
At the plateau, you've got all you need

Come on and go to Giza with me
I'll work my charm and get us in for free

Are you happier when sand replaces the trees?
Are you happier when ends justify the means?
Are you happier when you live in other countries?
If you jump ship, you'll sink in the red sea.

Giza

Indulge yourself, contradict
A chronic state of vigilance
Introduce an excuse to be harmful
But I just can't turn away, sometimes feelings never change
My breath is too weak
Low lung capacity

I don't know what you mean
Slurred by the orange seeds in your teeth
Tightrope walk shifts into a sprint
Screaming breeze makes me squint

A rush of chemicals to my brain
Tangerine Dopamine keep me in chains

Indulge yourself and resist
The voice screaming "Don't weaken"
Introduce an excuse to be harmful
But I just can't turn away, sometimes feelings never change
My breath is too weak
Low lung capacity

Tangerine Dopamine

Maybe should have told me sooner, now I feel like a sore loser
Why do I cry over wasted time? 
Moments that were never mine
I hate to recognize 

Baby should have to told me sooner, wasn’t very wise to choose her
Why do I cry, over wasted time?
Moments that were never mine 
I hate to recognize 

Your eyes haunt my restless thoughts and dreams
Would you love me if I’m only wishing?

Sore Loser

Wouldn’t you miss the constants, the ones you see most?
New constants must occur, while old turns to stone

It’s a luxury
You’ve got time to waste
Don’t hurry

What bridge will I be crossing?
I’ll now when I arrive
But this wait is eating me alive

White Bread

Give me the resource 
Give me the feeling 
Of the first time that I was caught stealing 
Don’t drown me out with your stereo

I watched the reruns
I was daydreaming
Of days lost to nothing intriguing
Don’t drown me out with your stereo

And I was the only one laughing
My words were slow
You begged my pardon
“How does your garden grow?”

Laughing

Valentines bought your lover, what more could you ask?
Time is one thing your mother really wish she had and I 
Want to tell you all the time
The sky is what you want
It can’t be bought

Umbrella days make me feel ways I can’t explain
When I look at your face I shrink and I feel everything
Lying on the grass, I look at you I see what’s holding 
You back from telling me the truth 
And I’m wasting away

Valentines bought your lover, maybe he wasn’t so bad 
And you just want your mother to feel glad and I 
Want to tell you all the time 
The sky is what you want 
It can’t be bought

Don’t look at me while I’m crying
I feel prettier when I’m asleep 
And I look better in my dreams

Valentines Bought Your Lover

Mask

Men with thirst and pale, loose lips
Swim away from sinking ships
Worked by waves, he floats supine
Saltwater or the tears he cried?

Spiders Dressed in Red

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