But our dreams drip Memories frothing to the surface Unknown to the exterior Remnants of our innocence Miss
Complications of misinterpretations Dwelling in this unfailing mess Stepping gently away at this time of night Always remember you in that short gingham dress
Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream
I’m not a perfect dream But I’m not a perfect mess I’m somewhere in between But I’m probably a little less I’m out here trying my best Usually in darkness before the day I find at times I just need a hug & for her to tell me I’ll be okay
Those matchbox fantasies Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots She placed a stiletto on her wooden leg Character assassination plots go all for naught Unassuming by way of distraction She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress She’s dangerous down to her core A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess Beware of their corrosive accolades There’s no exoneration in the line of fire She’s insolent about your theoretical love In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire