don't think i was meant for long-form
been luxuriating
been luxuriating
readin bout maelstroms in the morning paper
the world's drowning
our conscience is on fire
doom curls her old woman's hand around my beating heart like
like she knows me
and she does
she's loomed over me from the cradle
when my mother was watching the man hide in the cave and i turned in her stomach,
the time for teenage fantasy is now
i am dancing in my bedroom
meeting a boy behind my building
all the movie shows are late at night,
past my curfew
where do we go to make out?
i had it mapped out, babe,
how it was going to end
but you had to be a good man
to my doomed girl