hazel green or brown?

the green in his eyes and my inability to swallow 

what a dream of a man sitting in front of me

patient as ever he’s more than i’ve needed

truly i can stand here by myself on the foot of my bed

but what’s the fun if he’s not on it

fucking man whore

i know you screwed that girl

every time you play you do

you can’t pick up an acoustic instrument and leave 

unload your guitar and play that shitty small cafe with awful sound systems

it’s the search for god but i fear he’s not on earth anymore

we’re all swallowing pills that make us think people’s eyes are green