Soundcheck

chest stirs
soul slurs
head blurs
mind deters
Im a ribbon, youre a gift and we wrap so well
Im a happy mess and we'd do well
to drop into this well
and collect coins for our wel-
farewell to my sweet runway climbing up the deep roots
to infinity

To be the invisible man
staring at his reflection in the mirror
(and conversing with converses)
Put Miss Love on hold
I have Miss Dreams on the other line
ruby red nose drips
Im one line away from falling apart
on the lips of suicide

You know, what?
I should shut up.
Let's meet in purgatory
with the Bahamut
and the thrills and shrills of all my oldest
golden
friends
I cant stand them for kissing the girls I liked with the same mouth that stuttered
"I am your friend."

What makes you so special?
What, in all that is righteous, makes you so damn special?
You see, I wanna teach you about guys like me

Hurry up and break my head open to spill the inspiration
grab a cloth and soak it up.
clean the streets of Almaden with it
or keep it in a jar safe from the technicolored flurry of my high notes

I want to make you as desperate as me
Come on, get addicted to this like I did
like socialites staring at the mirror

How heartwarming your doors have become
How hellish have we become with age?

We might have said our goodbyes a little too soon
The girl I will fall in love with one day will be far from in-genuine. She will define what is stunning.
and evolving, as such,
requires salad days yet to be realized

Its happy hour at clandestine's
this city says.
and I'm there
longing to be yours