Dance as though no-one was ever of a live-long day watching and toast a posed forward toast… to these things that mean sentimentally everything
Because nobody matters quite like you, so fucking choose to do it just the way that you forever wished for, and manage to store it all at blessedly perilous pace
Feel it, feel the fucking taste lambast itself back upon/all-round you – these ripworn cliche mistakes are par for the cripplingly rippled course, of course
You are the one who can smoke these dilapidated cigarettes mid-a.m. everything, drink these twisted ‘n’ equally dishevelled beers when your knees are bleeding atop needlessly begging you to fall back into the circle of deceit, these misshapen pillow-cases which vomit-inducingly invite you in but two bed-derision feet away, your purposely made challenge unto yourself, this mind still uterly inclined – so goddamnit bring your very own weapons of mass destruction to your very own metaphorically chosen table and be the able only one, the stood upright constantly carefree one, highwired to fire this bullet-driven gun right back at ’em
Because your ammunition is seriously endless, dependent entirely upon your focal-point direction – one word rules a milion roosts: DISCRETION
These aformentioned weapons mean all that you can possibly imagine, simply because they are your absolute sword of permitted accord
Rock a bye baby, stay the distance and relinquish goddamnit all of these manic things
And remember, problematic is but one disorientated word and your livid mind shall always find the time
Getting by on a wing-and-a-prayer – fail to pray, only pleasure yourselves like tasteful crazy.. to finally prey upon wankered they
Please… stay the delicately delicious distance… and motherfucking relinquish the shutterspeed fear on up in here – pointlessly spraying to abruptly splay itself every which motherfucking way – trust us, there’s still a colour mixed to the rain
And prepare yourself to relay all of these fantastically fabricated from fictional diction memories back upon we
Like you promised you could, forever of a sordidly inept day
Now, row, row, row your boat gently the fuck away, pretty please oh most concentratedly promiscuous one who carries with her monstrously magnificent many a thing for me