i know i’m too old, and the youth group is wrong for me.
poetically on your leash, and i’m going there to make you
want me. i’ll save my soul so you can catch a peek of the
beautiful ideas and ugly dreams and the wavelengths that
i keep in tension.
taraka’s home. by that time i’m sleeping, and she gets in
pool to make sure she’s breathing. i want to check her
for signs of hope, and i want to mine her mind for game
all those beautiful ideas and lovely quotes…i won’t you
you close ’cause i’d cry.