I Say What I Say
I say what I say
I like whatever I see you say, whatever has been coming out still
still I paid in full
debt, death, or rent annulled
I can bring down anything, you don't concern me
you don't concern me
don’t hand me my deeds
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Remember me I used to Hate you Remember me I used to Play along to Stupid scripts You write to Kill me off They came true
-s’s.
Dissolve
But I'd want
you to know
I'd happily
dissolve
I don't have
much more to do,
I'll tell you
that, yes,
I'll happily dissolve
-s's.
even in the ringing of bells
there's a sound like nothing else
a heart that singing underground
swims alongside where you roam
and I know what I don't
and I don't what I won't
and its hard to stay afloat
Alone here
-s’s.
my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
but why
I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines
And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles
and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart
from all that's good and plenty?
I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines
but why?
It's for nothing.
-s's.
Pride
While the wind carries the harsh fumes
to my mind, a stubborn message
and stubborn pride, I have
nobody to talk to about
all of this
it's nothing more, a hit or miss
starve my eyes before they cry
year after year they were in a war
delicate dark and black, give me no time to look back
-s's.
lampshade July,
lampshade hangs just to remind
Me of days that passed and died
and not one mention of you
ever did survive,
Tragic end or precious guilt,
Whatever wills.
-s’s.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
day, be my night,
letting me see nothing else,
except for the moon's empire
created out of star death
-s's.
it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming
I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
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