A nice album calls
“Abbey Road” the vinyl says
I jam out to it
We spend our days sipping coffee and writing meaningless words we think sound lovely together.
A nice album calls
“Abbey Road” the vinyl says
I jam out to it
I’m missing you more
Waiting for you at the door
For your Volkswagen
You may think it is
Creepy that I counted your
Cute eyelid freckles
It stings down my throat
The bitter taste I swallow
Not semen. Whiskey
“The adventures of…
Drunken Katie and Tyler”
Would be a good film
I placed a flower
On the trunk of an oak tree
Where we carved our names
I love you so much.
From the tip of your cute nose,
your fingers, and toes.
I’ll stink of bourbon
When people say to me that
They’re sorry for me
I want to be dead
I wish I could pass away
slice my arms, and die
Kiss me sweet and soft
Cigarette breath, dirty tongue
Baby be my sun