to catch a monster...

Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind, you burnt my eyes after I lost your presence underneath the bridge. Lock the door, let's talk it out, against the wall, hands on my mouth. You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants, you played your songs and danced your dance, i unwrapped your presents underneath your feet. Nine to eleven you're getting weak, the tile is cold, I can barely speak and I think he's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping.

If you say no, then no it will be. I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings. Just play it cool yeah and try avoid being seen. Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun, along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one and I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom. You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing, your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet, don't worry about, don't worry about anything.

A pity invitation to an awkward house, for pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse, I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time.