'friday night lights'.

lovely radio boy and his notes are sharp

but i like it dear, i like it

you're my scene aesthetic

my fix for the day

because i don't let any thing/one else

in.

suddenly the lights are brighter

or are my pupils just getting wider?

green dissapears (black blends) and suddenly i'm

not there

anymore.

and who knew (and why didn't they tell me?)

that thin feels better

than anything tastes.

i saw lostlover boy today but

i didn't care.

one-time boy caught my eye

but that was all.

and dropoutdelivery boy wants to shoot my brains out but

i think i just might like him still.

saw stickfigure boy but he was with his girl

and he looks so good in a car (it was white, should have known) but so bad with her beside him

i don't think he saw me.

and the new one, we had a deep conversation

today

about helicoptor and alligator and paper clips

and i wish i could have said more but

the lights were spinning

and tongue was dead in mouth.

so i drive, lights too bright

and the figure eights of the swerves

are tattooed on eyes now, won't go away until i

blink.

and if i do, will my lids come back up?

dangerously delicious when you never ever know

if you'll just slump over the wheel

no vitamins, no minerals in my body

because i want to work work work

dance dance dance

until body is nothing but

what i made it.

and i want to die

at least for awhile,

just a little blackout.

i'll wake up when i'm ready.