beau blood rush
03/18/10, 10:31 PM
Woke up glorious in a city that doesn’t give
Hid it all behind a grin
I figured you’re either looking in on love through windowpanes
Or you’re fogging them up
And spelling your own theories in
Sweety, don’t fight the head swim;
Got you stuck in the tide rip,
So relax and let yourself slowly float back in
Your hurrys make my head kick
I crawl in early,
Sit back,
And let the time fly on a faulty autopilot
Hes prowling quiet to calm your nerves
Hums you sleepless with his one good note
His dancing is the space between a left/right shift out of the way
And the off beats of his heartache
Those bedside flowers,
Their only formalities, too early
Im licking like flames/wounds/necks etc.
“You’re not dead yet, well, you are in my head”
Hid it all behind a grin
I figured you’re either looking in on love through windowpanes
Or you’re fogging them up
And spelling your own theories in
Sweety, don’t fight the head swim;
Got you stuck in the tide rip,
So relax and let yourself slowly float back in
Your hurrys make my head kick
I crawl in early,
Sit back,
And let the time fly on a faulty autopilot
Hes prowling quiet to calm your nerves
Hums you sleepless with his one good note
His dancing is the space between a left/right shift out of the way
And the off beats of his heartache
Those bedside flowers,
Their only formalities, too early
Im licking like flames/wounds/necks etc.
“You’re not dead yet, well, you are in my head”