Sunshine for the Young at Heart
you are nothing more than an aneurysm
stroking blood cells to the point where pixelation
is frought with signs of desperation and hypophrenia
we are young
but by no means naive enough to believe
the world handed to us today will be the world we live to see
Laugh now but one day I will be in charge
Take your flowers back madame, I’m happy with the scars
True Life: I abandoned hope
One Life: nose goes
I could promise you more than your best friends know
I plan to live forever. No matter what they say.
I will live forever in the streets of pop art memory
wheres the pill?
Did you swallow it whole as you watched your best friends climb new heights?
A pseudonym is so in in the right light
As pink bow helicopters spiral the skies
and a Queen became a King when the King decided to die
and lovers in the louvre drank holy water like tears
choke back on love, watch the stars disappear
becoming the very thing they said they always thought they feared.
I regret it.
I regret the world and I regret you.
Watch the sky tear apart at the seams of its multicolored clouds.
Watch rain in the form of heavenly sighs drop onto a world ravaged by democratic revolutions and young 18 years olds too tired to change what’s been constant for years.
Watch me blurry eyed and insomniatic. As though I was bottled in the head with happiness and then drank its contents to fill an empty void in my heart.
In my heart.
Your candy red eyes. you’re rolling in fashion and I need you more than you think you need me. I am sinking in the memory of this relationship and even the glory of titanic is dull compared to the SS Me.
On top of this rooftop. We could have stared at the world.
We chose not to for fear that the world wouldn’t be what we expected it to be.
I dont have much money in the bank but boy have I saved up my sunny skies and picnic dreams. I am pantomiming a ballad.
The ballad of icons. Heres to my night out with Mona Lisa. To my experiments with Watson and Crick. To my depression with Van Gogh. To my happiness with PeeWee. To my paranoia with Sylvia Plath. To my adventures with Homer. To my Pride and Prejudice. To my World Wars and my Vietnams. To my Egyption Revolution. To my love. To my heart. To my heart. To my heart.
Glorify me? Glorify you. Glorify you. Glorify you…
Sometimes…with you,
I don’t know if the world I have in store for you is enough.
glorify vandalism
stroking blood cells to the point where pixelation
is frought with signs of desperation and hypophrenia
we are young
but by no means naive enough to believe
the world handed to us today will be the world we live to see
Laugh now but one day I will be in charge
Take your flowers back madame, I’m happy with the scars
True Life: I abandoned hope
One Life: nose goes
I could promise you more than your best friends know
I plan to live forever. No matter what they say.
I will live forever in the streets of pop art memory
wheres the pill?
Did you swallow it whole as you watched your best friends climb new heights?
A pseudonym is so in in the right light
As pink bow helicopters spiral the skies
and a Queen became a King when the King decided to die
and lovers in the louvre drank holy water like tears
choke back on love, watch the stars disappear
becoming the very thing they said they always thought they feared.
I regret it.
I regret the world and I regret you.
Watch the sky tear apart at the seams of its multicolored clouds.
Watch rain in the form of heavenly sighs drop onto a world ravaged by democratic revolutions and young 18 years olds too tired to change what’s been constant for years.
Watch me blurry eyed and insomniatic. As though I was bottled in the head with happiness and then drank its contents to fill an empty void in my heart.
In my heart.
Your candy red eyes. you’re rolling in fashion and I need you more than you think you need me. I am sinking in the memory of this relationship and even the glory of titanic is dull compared to the SS Me.
On top of this rooftop. We could have stared at the world.
We chose not to for fear that the world wouldn’t be what we expected it to be.
I dont have much money in the bank but boy have I saved up my sunny skies and picnic dreams. I am pantomiming a ballad.
The ballad of icons. Heres to my night out with Mona Lisa. To my experiments with Watson and Crick. To my depression with Van Gogh. To my happiness with PeeWee. To my paranoia with Sylvia Plath. To my adventures with Homer. To my Pride and Prejudice. To my World Wars and my Vietnams. To my Egyption Revolution. To my love. To my heart. To my heart. To my heart.
Glorify me? Glorify you. Glorify you. Glorify you…
Sometimes…with you,
I don’t know if the world I have in store for you is enough.
glorify vandalism