Love-handles

i said

all that turning around

will fashion a calling for me

but you followed your curiosity anyway

and it wasn't you who spoke

it was your eyes
Tell him to take me to the darkside of a Matinee

you said to them

lies

Don't you know the after-life of my party crashes?

we cheated dreams

out of their fire darts of pleasure

and fell all over the heavens

with our pride

but there was never a promise

of september to be carrion

or that I'd stickto the glue in your eyes

you want me

more than a goodbye kiss

and pray for a sequal to what it feels like
when my spirit

and your spirit

almost kiss

but in-between us

there's a doberman that sits

and i destroy something

when your lips

are wrapped around my lips

the fabric of our systematic libito

is cut

and we run to the wing of foreign walls

You raise your mind up around us

i play jazz beneath the covers

and

in the end

you might think i

only some devil crying freedom

but

dream girl

We could have made villains

fade outside our reason

for living in that good lucid moment