I squeeze your interior design and feel all of these pretty little preordained things – I’m swimming inside of your mind and it’s quite alright
For you to let me in again
Sit with me and meet my alarmingly obvious intelligence right at the stretched to meander middle – the multi-coloured enthusiasm is outlandishly misshapen aside frightfully beautiful
Just
For
You
Did I tell you that I loved you even when you fell upon your bleeding knees, for you still pushed yourself to please me
That, my dear, is literally all that we will ever need
Let’s dance, to the songs that play on the radio
Bowie knew no bounds, and we shall be the transgenerational same
