feathers growing at the mention of my name, reinvention of my shame, I’m a slave to the
darkness of my innermost cave, and all these words I hold tighter than
a glowstick at a rave, nigga.
Dance around the camp fire, buttnaked, blowing trees, could give a single fuck
If somebody sees, I’m free. Red “V” bleed out a scarlet letter, kill a king, and
I’m sitting ready for whatever weather the seasons sing.
Picking up expensive habits, chasing after little rabbits
Hope they lead me to a place of magic. Sad at all the times I never
thought I had it, losing all these memories, and y’all doubt it matters…