my mom still buys my clothes

you want an inch of me but you won't say how

your robin songs, my cargo pants

more ash as relates to necessity, compulsion

the pure drive of you

your mechanic sweetly

drown me heart and voice and all

hey now i'm the lookin' boy

on the slower shadow but your words get me wonderin'

what all it is

this long room

it towers, it bothers me with randomness

my punk rock songs, you snap your gum

my silence still unwanted

your s****y romance, my Cheech y Chong

so it's lackin' explanation

like the swear when i kicked you down but what about

like every little everything

the calmest way you do whatever

like every single sentence dropped

stays with me like day long bedhead

i'm simply drawn, plastered and barely anything at all

come like disjointed words on yellow notebook paper

dreamin' sex and pleasantries

floral wallpaper crash psychedelic

your crucifix pendant, my Floyd tattoo

this is all just frustration