airports

Airports.

One of the most beautiful places, in my opinion.
Sterile, hospital-esque, everyone coming and going in no-man's land.
No blood on this man's hands (albeit, if there is, it's well hidden!).
Everyone with their shirts ironed and shoes polished, skeletons left at home.
Security would surely something to say about that!

The sky's the limit according to these verified cathedral ceilings.
Fly with us! We'll take you there. A drink? Five?
Of course, my friend and/or valued customer, whichever you prefer - no need to be afraid to get high!

A place where I'm just a guy and he's just a guy and everybody's just a guy and, hell, all we gotta do is drink a glass of wine and not even think about drugs or weapons or sunscreens larger than 150ml because they have sensors for that, right? No feelings here, ya dig??? It's fun, it's free, it's like you're walking around a giant blow-up antidepressant, no prescription necessary!

vivid dreams of hiding bodies
i am the girl who never smiles

busy week
too many tiny parties
don’t remember your name but theyll remember you cryin

everything 
is an imitation
if you were workin on  something original
you better crush every expectation 

nevermind
your reservations 
if we’re floatin in space you gotta wonder if
there’s bigger plans afloat than the wishes of your mother

pray we dream of a great tomorrow 
better her than to let your past bleed out
clearin eyes to defeat your sorrow
might have heard that we’re all gonna make it out dead    

been writing down
my thoughts and sorrows
since i could pick up a pen 
i’d write em in a circle guess it gave me closure

for my daddy i 
went to school n did it please you man 
cause sure as it did sure as it made me SAAAAAD

pray we dream of a great tomorrow 
better her than to let your past bleed out
clearin eyes to defeat your sorrow
might have heard that we’re all gonna make it out dead    

Oh the last time I saw Paul
I was horrible and almost let him in
But I stopped and caught the wall
And my mouth got dry so all I did was take him for a spin

Yeah we hopped inside my car
And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard
And he turned the headlights off
Then he pulled the bottle out
Then he showed me what was love

I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean
I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
I'll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death

In the blossom of the months
I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought
So I swallowed all of it
As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit

I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean
I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
I'll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death

Paul, I know you said that you'd take me any way I came or went
But I'll push you from my brain
See, you're gentle baby
I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain

I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw
I was your hurricane rider and the woman you'd call
We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath
And I've been burning for you baby since the minute I left