I see you sometimes through the eyes of a memory
I find in rewind I'm longing for that time
Of your skin and flesh, that is youthful less and less
What's left of the teeth and bone or wherever they've chose that their home
that is composed upon condensed windows of your thighs
And my sighs are heavily weighted down by planets of regret
And to think you will not forget me, to say with the blinking
Of two eyelids you had taken my photograph and to pass your hand upon my chest was to develop in this dark room
When you take off your nightie to let her see that skin
Does she photography you with her pupils so black
Like nights breathing in
You can hear her cry through the distortion of an amplifier
The pale complexion of her words like the skies mourning
With your hands all sensitive to a hair trigger
And your eyes lined up to a cross hair,
Your daringness left you with some regrets like dead skin upon your back
You give her some touch that is never to be given back
When you take off your nightie to let her see that skin
Does she photography you with her pupils so black
Like nights breathing in
Olivia’s tongue and chloe sung
Like a dialled number never rung
Or running away with a gun
and losing your bullets to someone
Cause driveby’s are fun
And I’ve got a car
Plus a few ak’s in
My stolen jaguar
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