song

my eyes taste like chocolate chip cookies

you know i like those, i hope you remember though

my chords taste like sultry old black and gold

red and blue turquoise, smooth like pastry's s dough

i'm tired of my voice cracking up in the middle of the night

i'm tired of my walls rolling up my little body and mind

my lips and nails drugs

i  want to get high without any drugs

the smoke going in my lungs

i need everything not to get in touch

with my mind,

with my sight.