Waste some time with me,
While I have a shot of whatever is near your hand .
As your lust for life drowns in problems that don’t exist,
I just watch from our special, dark corner while you transform into a sugar-eyed thing that never turns into a prince .
What do I have to gain from your white noise time?
I don’t care, I already wrote two poems about it but hey, I still like you the most.
We both know it’s not fashionable to love me but I’ll always be your twirling toy.
Yes, no, maybe so, I’m tired of you playing hopscotch with my trembling fears wherever we are.
A glance, a smile, a touch ,
but I’m too tired to serenade your cascading damage.
I used to dream about people like you now I just get high.
Uproot me until I shed an opium tear and sublimate you all the way to my Old Hollywood demise.
You once said my revolution was beautiful and I craved to skinny dip inside your mind.
You’ll always be the one who ignites my soul,
So please remember my disaster as ethereal, although I’ve always known I’ve been a ravishing fool.

Texte : Cheyenne Crowe