Vincent Draper

SOFT CORE | SAD BASTARD | ROCK ROLL

 
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DANGER & BLUSH BY JOSALEIGH POLLETT

 

MY FATHER SAYS I LOOK MORE LIKE MY MOTHER, AND LATELY MY VOICE IS STARTING TO CHANGE

HOW IS IT TO LOVE SOME ONE TRUE, LIKE A DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THE WOMAN WHO BROKE YOU

HOW STRANGE

 

WOULD YOU TALK TO HER

OR THE ONES YOU ONCE LOVED

DID YOU FORGET SO EASILY THE DANGER AND BLUSH

 

AND THERE’S HEAVY IN ME THAT FLIES LOS LIKE AN ARROW, SPINNING AND SICK AS THE STRING IS RELEASED

AND I CHOKE TONGUE-TIED AND THE SIGHT OF THIS FOREST

FINALLY, I AM SMALL AND CAN SEE

 

SOMEDAY IT BECOMES, YOU HAVE LESS LEFT TO LOVE THAN YOU’VE LOVED

IT’S NOT EASY TO SAY THAT WE KNOW EVERYTHING THAT WE FEEL GOES AWAY

 

THESE DAYS PASS SO QUICKLY THEY WRECK ME, LIKE A TOO BRASH CAR CRASH YOU CAN’T SWERVE AWAY

AND IT’S NOT THAT I’M DOING GOD’S WORK OR NOTHING, IT’S JUST BOREDOM IS MY KILLER THAT KEEPS ME AWAKE

 

SO WOULD YOU TALK TO ME

AM I THE ONE YOU ONCE LOVED

DID YOU FORGET SO EASILY MY DANGER AND RUST