i want a verb and you give me a noun, what do you dream up when i tongue you down?

i wanted a verb and you gave me a noun

what’d you dream up while i tongued you down?

you’re mostly what i think about, and i’m proud, i’ve been coasting on this singles route

i just found out for sure, the girl i have a crush on is a lesbian

and all the other women i know, are gross

you’re a beautiful and violent word

i should cut down my caloric intake

i should go to sleep hungry and wake up with my guts knotted up, and ears open like a burnt down hut

i want my mouth to always taste the blade

what i want, what i want, what ooh

i want to kiss like taffy, hump softly on a bed of nails

feel soft to widen eyes like a cut up clams tongue does

i want to dump early on and be empty the rest- i want a patch of blue sky to follow me

unfold an origami death mask, and cut my dna with rubber traits

pull apart the double helix like a wishbone, always be working on a suicide note

i don’t want to when i feel like i could have gone long, i don’t want to when i feel like i could have gone longer

this song was a fever dream, first new years greeting on my answering machine, suicide note from my late teens, but to this melody

i should cut down my caloric intake

i should go to sleep hungry and wake up with my guts knotted up

and ears open like a burnt down hut

i want my mouth to always taste the blade

but i want, but i want, but ooooh

i want to kiss like taffy, hump softly on a bed of nails

feel salt to widen eyes like a cut up clams tongue does

i wanna dump early on and be empty the rest

i want a patch of blue sky to follow me

unfold an oragami death mask

and cut my dna with rubber traits

pull apart the double helix like a wishbone

always be working on a suicide note

i don’t want to when I feel like I could have gone longer

you’re mostly what i think about, and i’m proud- i’ve been coasting on this singles route, but i still hear your name in wedding bells.

will i look better or will i look the same, rotting in hell?

you’re the only proper noun i need, hurry, my copper crown’s gone green,

pull me, pull me on out of this tree, i’m stuck up a branch waiting, clearly caught between two things unclear to me.

it’s sad

you’re mostly what i think about, and i’m proud,

i’ve been coasting on this single’s route, but i still hear your name in wedding bells

will i look better or will i look the same rotting in hell?

you’re the only proper noun i need

you’re the only proper noun i neeeeeeeed

gemini (birthday song) by why?

oh, such a good song

then i wept with my face in your nightshirt, trying hard as hell to say ‘until death separates us’.

loosening the skin on your breastbone, i painted your nails and you sleep while i write all this down.

there was a moth caught in the soapdish laminated in lye. will you still remember me well if i don’t make it to oh oh five, deadline gemini?


what do you dream up when you tongue me down?