#..pistol

you rose above me, soaring into the sun light rips through you like water delirious sweet seas smell of sordid summertime

if i’m a weapon what are you if i’m a pistol you’re a bullet i’ll provide the firepower launch you into orbit

dancing in kitchens forgotten by the world riding waves of memory wood weathered by time the dusty mirror in the back room reflects someone else’s memory overlaid over mine i’m bleeding colors that aren’t mine yellow and blue, sunshine on ocean waves if he’s the sun, i’m the moon polar opposite and blue

but he’s not my sun you shine brighter than anything iv’e ever seen blinding and i couldn’t tell you were there for so long because i couldn’t see past the lights blind blind blind

the music comes to me, the music follows me follow me home you’re my worst kept secret but everyone knows that’s not true can’t be true and it helps me keep it close to the chest where they can’t see my cards falling falling on the table everything’s laid out here

my ribcage is open the bird is flying out crashing into your glass window pane of weathered wood houses memories on top of now what’s real and what’s a rose tinted nostalgia dream

i felt you breath behind me walking up felt the heavy presence of someone behind me the intake of breath as you watched my words but something was wrong, turned my head and the lights came back on brighter no more shadow over my shoulder it was just the ghost of you

i can see you over there a million miles away laughing at people who aren’t me, laughing with people who aren’t me, smiling with people who are so far from me that i can’t ever measure up checked my height on the wall last week not an inch over sixteen stopped reaching for the stars because i’d already landed in them i thought stopped growing up started growing into you

vines tangled between me and you there’s no tearing them apart without killing both of them can’t cut out the cancer without cutting out my heart and it’s hard to live without the beat beat beat beat four on the floor and i’m three sheets to the wind floating over fields, wheat and pale white over mountains, to a place he remembers a place that isn’t quite the same for him as it is for me the cabin is where the music happened for me but for him it’s where his heart broke left it in the bed everything’s red, everyone knows how can no one see it spreading spreading

no one knows but me how don’t they see it it’s so obvious they must see it they don’t they’re automatic, walking streets in a trance nothing outside of themselves nothing outside of their immediate demands briefcase in hand every day never me never me i can’t hold that handle i can’t bear the weight

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i’m scared to stop, i’m scared to sit here with the words in my head drowning out 1990 blasting out of the speakers behind me a different year than i was drowning in before i don’t want them stuck stuck stuck i haven’t felt this free in years he hasn’t felt this leak out of him since summer sun poured in the window heating up the space between a notebook and a hazy dream warm hands, cold arms

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knock me out of reverie down a cold shiver i’m lost shaking i can’t keep it in drop me down

- willow and rye it’s less dangerous in the dark i could rewrite these words like he’s done at least one time before a call and response to the future of failures bigger than his he’s a bigger asshole but i’ve lost more and we both know it

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bring everyone you know to the show just watch and listen and become someone else somewhere else lose yourself and find a friend the girl next to you with the smirk you dance next to her you dance up next to her and when you go home it’s not alone when did things get this low a fuck instead of a hello

it’s less dangerous in the dark i’m already here so you might as well it’s too late for you, i’m contagious and dumb i’m already here so you might as well mixed drinks and mixed loves a typo but i’ll keep her mixed hearts and mixed up lies we tell ourselves to bleed it out and get it on

i’m the best at failure and i know no one can measure up so while i’m having a dick measuring contest with you i know that at least i’m lucky to be here four plus four minus two minus you but you’re still next to me a ghost over my shoulder all three and sometimes plus two plus one

why do you do this i have to do something to make me feel alive it’s hard to find something that doesn’t make me want to find a place to hide i want to smile for now at the sun even if it’s a lie

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