tomorrow morning, when we squint through coffee, sex and supplements your perfect legs across the bedframe: others can be so exhausting
tomorrow dear, i might resist so pull me close with tiny fists let’s slow dance to your humming fridge one pop song without reference
even as i watch you flicker, sweet mirage of my desire even now i barely see my feet between the spiders
oh oh oh - we just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours hey hey hey - we just wanna be limbless like the flowers
tomorrow morning, we can run along the panes of cracking ice if we’re spotted from above we’ll vanish before cops show up
tomorrow we’ll try not to wonder what lies behind the curtain of want it’s only dust, rising in the sun bare, blind and gaunt
even as i watch you flicker, sweet mirage of my desire i know no metaphor worth saving from the fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
