It`s the day that never came,
happy hour didn`t happen.
Wings of grey,
they couldn`t fly,
so many thing we never say-
brown drops
of liquid sugar rays
through dark n cloudy
summer days,
dark sea
n bright, bright
dizzy sky

So as the sun smiles
down to me
I sometimes wish
I didn`t leave

Ah, fuck that shit
I hate the rhymes,
it ends like this-

Glue me with your salt
I am the pancake cat no more .

On and off, on and off, it`s nothing but white silence in a box
loud presence playing in a circle
around the globe
7000 miles of wet legs in the morning.
Dirty smiles and cruel waves,
behind closed doors -
"Would you like a drink
in the evening haze"
Slash your wrists
on the blue blue floor,
through the fish eyes
high contrast black,
it seemed that they
kind of liked the kisses.
Too proud and scared
they fell asleep
on the blue, blue floor
with wrists wide slashed
the cold,cold waves
could steal your breath.
Better silence it all
as she might regret
the happy times.
She was never meant to smile
I think she got it wrong

my dirty smoke
is like a
green fever
liquid night
salt deep in my breath
hard fire dancing
the slow rhythm
of you above me
could make eternity a dark breeze