Sunday, October 30, 2016

Somewhere in Bangkok

Your music touches me in naughty ways
Did you mean to blow me
with your lyrics
Yeah, I'm trying to impress you
by scrawling on a receipt in a bar
How terrible of me
to delight in being a stereotype
How terrible of you
to fall for it
The cigarette.
Was that a part of the rouse?
Who did I convince?
Do I look more interesting now
than I did when you walked in?
Fuck you.
I don't even know you
what the fuck do I care if you think I'm deep?
You like lyrics that sound like cotton candy.
Cotton candy makes my teeth hurt.


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