I don’t know what’s going on lately. I’ve been distracted from who I am along with what I want. Film, yes. A girl, yes. Money, yes. Something is taking my attention…
Beloved, for you lost teen.
I spent this summer doing cocaine, shrooms, crying, laughing, fucking in my backseat, hating, and trying to find love.
Through it all I learned nothing but gained everything. Yes, I am lost. You are too, why else would you be here? Why be found is the question. What a boring life, to know where you’re going.
Could you hold my hand
While I knock out this line
Burbs.
Going 100 mphs makes you not look back
You don’t have time
You can only look forward and to the sides
With my companion asleep in the passenger
All I’ve known is darkness
Black and black
I’ve never seen purity, hasn’t graced my skin
Lights have been flashed in my eyes, never pure
“A night like this, any one of us can could wake up in the middle of the night. Grab an axe. And chop somebodies head off.”
There she was. Dancing as if nothing bothered her. Men all around her. She gave no attention to them. She was consumed in herself and the music…