Bugolgi Apparatus

$9 I see you rocking those nine dollar jeans feel like I'm getting  hard up internet dream in your nine dollar jeans for all the nylon in China come with me for a two dollar pizza slice fifty cent coffee fifteen dollar rock we can dream about places we could never fly with your record and my bank account see you rocking those nine dollar jeans know we're not meant to be not when those nine dollar jeans are across the street for three

The Exile All at once the mask falls off He's shaking everyone in the room You can't be serious Your ideas are ridiculous You have no idea What you do Taking the wrong bus Getting off at the wrong stop The technology Doesn't work Then she comes home And the meal is cooked A sense of calm Returns They continue The dialogue Civilization Starts with two

Sleeping with Nazis she comes home from  a hard day at the death camp never discusses work I know enough not to ask her take off her boots in silence I’m home early  working for the resistance You know what they say; opposites attract She loves hearing about office gossip I make a good soup  I’m vegetarian Usually too tired to move watching netflix Planning about the summer when she thinks the war will end She’s excited about her promotion We’ll be moving deeper into Poland I’m sure I can find work as a translator Of course it all bothers me  I throw up my hands  and I go to sleep

draw I try to give back what I took in don't wanna deal with  feelings of resentment there will be some pain and some happiness perhaps two sides  of the same process take your crayons use my pen mark up my books I'll leave ink stains  we'll scratch  crazy lines paint them  over again try on other sizes and then see what happens we'll call it a draw

Why I left you couldn't have guessed so I drew a map from where we're at to where it'd never end you didn't notice me feeling stressed you were on your mission under my dress as you counted the stars I navigated by heart to a place calm and warm off the map If you never knew  enough to ask you'll never know why I left

Every Kind of Red I want every kind of red From the tomato To your lips To the wine Just when you say There's nothing left I get the blood And the pen underlines Correcting verses Lipstick smudged on my neck Sunset etching our faces The pot making us ill I'll give you Every kind of red Tears soaking meat We'll never buy You're wearing Every kind of red Behind sunglasses Pictures posted with three likes

sugarhigh

را لمس نمی کند .   there are things we know and those we don't  places I go places you won't  it doesn't all get stored it sometimes explodes das nas san there are secrets to touch and secrets to hold usernames to forget passwords get lost just when you think your head  has gone to the clouds das nas san we can find a solution  for your storage needs as the world dries up and floods us with fear you can feel secure when you let go of things if you can resist its touch you'll know how it feels