This Feels Like - There Will Be Fireworks

This feels like I’m the loosed heart

You’re brushing off your brand new sleeve

Heartless, inclined

To be patient while i work out

How to work you

With these average grade hands

Controlled by imperfect

Needs and thoughts

Tied up in knots

With you close legs in your plain white linen

Like snakes in the garden hidden

The words fall from my lips

And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead

The message reads like your first school bible

Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks

On this night

With the concrete cracking from this dead sick cold

My face grows old

Tracing adjectives and nouns that I misplaced

With this average-sized mind

Filled up with imperfect needs and thoughts tied up in knots

With existential questions of my vocal rehearsals

I always remember the curse words

The words fall from my lips

And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead

The message reads like your first school bible

Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks

The words fall from my lips

And gather in clouds around your head weighing like lead

The message reads like your first school bible

Meaningless, dull, verse and quip, hollow dark tricks