A Pirate's Life

Surely I am heading to the east And they are waiting on me The sun is getting heavy The sun is going to slumber And at the very least I will arrive At the rising of it all Just on time, We’ve been waiting for the fall They saw it all Before I could Saw it all in the wild Virginia wood Second guessing conversations Coffee or a loaded coffin Waiting for that one, Or going where the sun is getting heavy And the Son will make you ready I will arrive At the rising of it all Just on time We’ve been waiting for the fall They saw it all Before I could Saw it all in the wild Virginia wood Concrete walls have made impressions and I’m still forgetting What a life is with the love And what it’s like to watch it setting Oh that sun, Right over the blue— You will arrive At the rising of it all Just on time We’ve been waiting for the fall We saw it all Before you could Saw it all as the wild Virginia would.

Feels like I’m singing to myself Again I’m a trophy on a shelf Was I really such a fool? To believe he’d love me as he loves himself Who am I? Where will I go this time? Stuck inside The limelight Painting pictures of a holiday Grasping walls down the rabbit hole I think that I had always known He would leave me when I Was waist-deep Singing me to sleep To strip me bare Missing. Dreaming. Reminiscing oh the nightmare. When you kissed me I was right there. We missed it. We missed it. We missed it.

Die and dream Of your touch un-raveling I heard you sleep Were rattling oh-oh Tell me all about your life in California Criss-crossed our fingers, you had hoped to die Tell me all about your secrets Don’t deny We could you all about The mys-tic money Rollin’ in the gold dust Never-ending lust for Savior Come for me—Ecstasy Die and dream of me Smashing disbeliefs I’ve seen your black hole One grave of galaxies I’ve put on a show for your makers wrapped in daises Singing old tapes— Fashionista ghosts in the pavement. Suicide and fame really make the band We could tell you all about The mys-tic money Rollin’ in the gold dust Never-ending lust for Savior Come for me—Ecstasy Come for me—Ecstasy Talk about trenches of love Waiting for me Die and know the love Hypnotically smoke the shame away

“Darkness so seductive So alluring and obstructive I’ve not given fucks in weeks I’m a child of my father I’m a daughter of the sun It’s shining longer here I disappear And go there where it’s won But all the envy All the lust High-class living Look at us Living well enough alone Making martyrs out of stones You wake up in a haze Forget remembered yesterday Naming shadows maimed, Destructive structure lures To fame And I’ve not fucked in weeks I am an empress A Myri-yad of sym-phonies One place–too stag- nant I don’t belong Just an image from the sun All the envy All the lust High-class living Look at us Living well enough alone Making martyrs out of stones I guess you wake up in a haze Forget remembered yesterday Strike me I have bloodlust I can taste it All the blood it’s running through me running through you I am new”

Ugly feelings hurt less when they’re written down in pretty words.

i asked him to close his eyes because it was better for him to sleep than to see me lose my mind