She slips out of the dress as she slides through
Wet drips muddled in the soft nuzzle anew
Smoke sets like a blank fog out the chimney
Trailing a line down pillars of rocks by the ocean
Sea mist, misty eyes that missed her eyes
Demise could be quick, rise could be slow
The dip & drift of her thighs & shy little glance
Sinking back into contentment like a falling leaf
Rocket Man high up all by his lonely
Lonesomeness is not so much a hassle
Basking in solitude potentially subdues the blues
She comes over & melts me down to the core
Skinny love… just make it through the year
Tides of a teardrop… somehow staying afloat
I’m a nobody to anybody
Or maybe i’m jus lost in my mind
Reality jus a figment of imagination
To lean into our own creation isn’t all that bad
Genesis & Revelation to all of our stories
Our souls guided by light
The light ignited by a spark in the dark
Sometimes at based levels
We see life as it really is
The genius of our oblivion
The pleasure within pain
The pleasant humor within life
She’s taking a cab back to her apartment
Then brewing a late night post-cigarette coffee
I remember the early morning hummingbird
Fluttering by the little makeshift terrace garden
And the girl walking by talking about the slopes
And the yacht rock off some guy’s speakers
And the local bus always making it’s rounds
The 3 o’clock beer instead of an afternoon nap
Lou Reed singing on the Transformer record
And Mac Demarco saying she’s best in dreams
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Of an early morning cigarette in a grey daze
And black coffee at the Vienna Bakery & Café
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Of some God forsaken art
And the girl who stole my heart
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