"Esio Trot."

trading in golden years for pillbox rings, anything to help nod off his teens.
your fey words fall on deaf ears, cos' it's not growing up, it's giving in.
never saw myself a chip off the old block,
I'm more or less the shoddy plank that let the ship down,
and everyone else.
my one love - another notch in your belt.

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

step one, somewhat a doosie
tripping on your folks porch in the evening
to running nosebleeds along the coastline in a gurney
just to see
my best friends again
and rosy red debutante's saving their lips
for a rainy day, and well

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

growing up's just going down with half the grace -
so i cast my flatline off the pier, and caught my summer love in flames
i jumped chest first into this one -
ear mark the shortness of breath in my lungs
and turn my face to the sun

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own
xx

Senorita Omeaga

"dream catcher", catch her ha, ha, happiness
on the window ledge of her widow head
aches hang beside my bedside blues
making manners out of matters of you're holy truth

light up that cigarette
angel you'll be in heaven soon
but no, i won't be there to greet you
cos' you know you're the ghost of sleeplessness
when Z's mark off my calendar's

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

every last time third times the charm
and you're two off, a one night stand
off between the boy i am
and the man i should have been

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

Yr gossip mouth gets me off

pawn shop heart, trade me up

I Don't Know About You But..

A journalist would jump four stories for this sort of thing.
photograph the crash landing.
we will prove, you can bake your cake and eat it to.
roll around with me
in red, yellow, green and blue pasture’s.
back to basic’s.
just to sate your sweet tooth for disaster.

we will all be revealed for who we are eventually.
sooner rather than later.

shout out to myboldandbeautifuldeadend.tsomethingr.com
when you've got you're story, run along kid

aboutme.

a firm believer in my pick pocket fingertip politics
which usually end in her best dress ripped
rather than any form of real progress,
over the years I've guttered my dreams
pulled away the hair from the city i threw up in
ambition has set shop in my chest
selling out every step i take
so long live mother's favorite mess.
XO

Double Dare Me, Vanity

c'mon the covers can't cover this up
we're such a pretty mess
spilt smiles on yr bedroom floor
and hung them on our lips

and weeks spent in yr reflection
"haven't you found me yet?"
my therapists thinking it must be love,
well me "just a side effect.
"

well i know we won't go down without a fight
but i'm a lover with a habit to bed
so oh so sweet talkers
stay gold or stay right here

i see shooting stars and loaded words
aside my own decent
so i wear a desperate tragedy
underneath my skin

and i confess i'm only missing me
take a bow for staged dreams
and roses run through my veins
straight to the heart you threw up in

and the city never slept, i slipt into it's sheets
so melt yr eyelids
come see what melbournes made of me
yr crowds are woven puppets, composed of words to subtle
to see through our mirrored vanity

move out; breakdown

& a prayer will spill from my mouth
"oh love don't fail me now"
Neverland kneed
I'm not skipping a step
rather skipping through them
organ armed
nostalgic hymns in my embrace
but now i lie alone in a room build for two
i kiss a ghost
a bend in the mattress
a scent in the sheets i'd never shake
counting down days in blinks.