Whatever Sticks

If you want to make your body cry,
Then the least that you could do is try,
If all the stars in skies were to die,
At least I'd know you're there to buy.

Nanananana..

If all the cigarettes on the lavatory,
Weren't the ones we smoked and bought for free,
Then who the hell was there that day,
The one who told me that she'd go the long way.

Do you know who's listening?
Do you know what's listening now?

A stain on the face,
A blade on me,
He's just so cute,
A charmless bee.

So if you called me on the shade of May,
Then maybe polaroids would be okay.

There's no binary,
There's only one,
Cause if it's white,
Then it's just everyone.

The solar system is anatomy,
Sometimes difficult to make believe.

Because you're always by the belt of might,
In hope that nothing will give you fright,
Like every old men who would tear his lawn,
Then you would do it with a mangy pawn.

Meet me at effortlessness elevator,
Where cranes are all asunder,
Plucking off skins to make a shade of cyan,
So tell me sir would you be my lion?

Livery, livery, livery.

Boom.