art-time-collective

a belated birthday present for a pretty girl. one day itll be a song (talent permitting)

upon request:

Her skirt is made of cotton, it disappears when it gets wet
Her breasts made of cashmere emblazoned like She’s in the infantry
the longer She stretches, She’s small but She’s made out of plasticine
I screw up my eyes and I focus on a spot on Her cheek near to me

but when I speak Her bones are crushed into dust
every time makes a noise I don’t like to think about
I try to hurt Her, try too hard, I hurt myself
I know how it feels to be too tall for the ceiling, too short for the shelves

I work really hard at my job to make money to buy Her a ticket to Canada
And I work really hard with the pen and the paper to make sure She knows I’m not mad at Her
I ride on the bus and it takes me to places and sometimes it takes me to Her place
but usually it takes me to places I’d rather not be unless maybe She came along with me

don’t you know everything ever comes apricot flavoured
it drips down my chin as I smile at the neighbours
they tell me son, money ain’t nothing but paper
I mean when it’s not food and when it’s not labour

one day I’ll make some money and we’ll move to some property in the arctic
we’ll build a house out of plate glass and iron scraps and we’ll live in it
we’ll grow things like string beans and other things that can’t grow there like trees
we’ll break through the permafrost to dig up the fertile soil beneath

and if we’re careful we might see the fruits of our labour
and if we’re careful it might be like that forever
and if She has patience I might want to talk to strangers
and if I kill everyone it might keep Her out of danger

the rivers are empty let’s fill them with mercury
She is my Venus and I want Her near to me
our love will shape the valleys and we’ll use them to get around
the highways will be waterways when once they were paved ground

cause the ground is a skin the earth sheds by the minute
the ground is a skin the earth sheds by the minute
the ground is a skin the earth sheds by the minute

I tell Her my world is an empty world when You’re not in it
my world is an empty world when You’re not in it
my world is an empty world when You’re not in it

Filed under: fixed hearts, verse