met
when the sun was blurred
and the drops smelled like toast
your vision of me
just the perfect
host
or hell of a ride
to take your pressure
build in curosity
never unearth what's behind the eyes
just a smile
tease the throat
jump the heart back 46 times
you uttered it
not me
drank of it
two much
i've seen enough
cut the corners
it's all a sack of shit
just rebirth
with all your ocean tides
i'm a sold whore
just fly me out of here
son of a bitch
written in tolerable lies
he escapes the mind
finally