they run on battery operated hearts.
and my body is rush hour traffic.
gridlock. and you! zack, of the underbelly
when did you figure it out? baby oh
that cherry red lips are toxic, and
that good long nights are not so
easy to cover up in the morning?
and we leave socks and pens so we don't
forget! what it was that made the stars
collapse and the moon turn blue. screaming
through the endless streets of Northridge,
completely unaware of the ghosts on our tails.
(I hope you didn't forget it was I that never slept)
and when I found you there, with nothing but
tragedy emitting out of your tips. it made me want to
wake you, for a cigarette. so I could see those bright
bluegreen eyes one last time before you put me to sleep.