burner, help me,
unless I stab you first.
stoner, help this comedy.
love, help us forget.
lost a bunch of things
in the cold indian autumn,
I've done a lot of wrong things right.
now, know the weight.
water, boil about time,
unless I stab you first.
typewriter, help this year.
love, help us regret.
cook, catch me red,
put me in your stumbling breakfast.
singer, sin with us.
then, know the height.
the clock is always wrong,
blinking green twelves.
this is where we torch graded papers,
and everything we have to lose.
the teacher turns to stone,
there is no way to right songs of fools.
so what to do
while we turn into only orange spiral staircases.
baby, it gets better,
shut your heart and steal your mouth.
I wanna feel the fire.
here, this life hot enough.