Skin I'm not really focused on giving in to your demands and people always have them, whoever they are. And half of the smart ones spark too much of manufactured shards from a street by the pond with an old willow tree. And that times three lines like its own symphony, I'm beaming. I'm eating up your soul with my smile cause you love me just enough to burrow under my shadow, so I can fight the monsters like we're living in Glasgow. Happy, happy.. joy... Let it go like a broken toy that never seizes the noise. I'm about THIS close to letting you climb under my skin, I've had a good few years of having to deal with patience. What I mean, cause... I really mean, well it could be that I lost my self in the routine of making my eyes bleed. I'm sorry, I fight me. I'm sorry, I died inside and along with rest of these cold hearted youth in the West. If I was so smart.. Wouldn't there be something I could possess unfathomable? So casual.. Being four plateaus over your flower sweet scent. It's in those, where fungi and sense goes. You corrosion, you eroded little blip. The simple fact is someone had to leave you behind. The simple fact is I want nothing more than to lead you to find.. To find a new season you can breathe and divide your soul with little children. I'm still convinced of an end, I'm sorry for being strict and upset. You have the heart to bend the minds of any being and climb within their domain. I can't absorb the profane, the addict and mis happenings.. But you have a gift from God. And I don't need to be an artist to explain why we are stricken with awe in your presence.. It's like waking up on Christmas to presents.. And the present is not as strange as who said it was. And I can blame this damn insatiable panorama, as to why I never said why I long for your damage and care. Because with every pure person, there is loss and despair. And the cost of having an obviously unplotted affair.. Is not too sick. An insane mind comes from knowing why the earth is round but lit up in the center of darkness.. All surrounded with floating clockwork on astronomical chalkboards. It's another language.. It's another room. I would bring you, or could you bring me, deep within the seed of the evening and why we rotate on a opposite rotating platform. I wouldn't want to catch a cold going too far out there, so I would come back home. To my own little shelter of hydrocodone. I was high and so low, I was shy and loco, and locally inclined to show some weird type of shady attitude and slow mo in my vibe.. I was a stranger of the night.. How could one bring themselves to define why our hearts met. If they met at all. I'd probably fall to my feet. I am a child in big feet. And a smile can bring the evening back. The touch of your skin, the freeze on my back when your words mouth too close. A vibration that collected in order, for me to avoid the order.. Of everything. It is sort of.. Cold in the night. Glowing still with bright teeth. I wouldn't mind the warmth of two extra feet to stand next to me. More this.. More that. I'm assisting the matter to grave down on the plummet, the underground for the matter of getting the first seat at our show. Let's watch it all unfold, shall we? SHALL WE? I'm only a couple thousand hours focused in on our blessing. I can digest it.. I can surprise myself and throw my hands to the sky, saying almighty things and forcing scene to the light that everyone pointed at me. The source is obscene. I'm enormously invigorated.. I'm not emotionally detached. But I do feel relaxed. And my story is fact someday. The middle of the forehead and math of four corners. To get passed my undeniable and open oddity, and escape the prophesy of choosing coffin beds or ashes. We defend against matter that bring storm to our steps. Please come after the wind, and run into my arms. Sink your teeth in every inch of my heart. Tighten your grip on my arms and keep this close with the charm of that fist. That glimpse, that star, that magic, that trip-tense. That hope for a better tomorrow. Those eyes that say.. 'I want this.'