Big magic

You’re like an art show, beautiful and pretentious
An overrated installation
Illuminating over rumination
On why we still want to do this
Even though we’re not supposed to do this
Didn’t you ever break the rules?
You thrill me.
Don’t analyze it, justify it, make it my shit
You’re in this too
And we’re getting out alive, if we’re lucky
Don’t pretend you don’t see this
Feel this – watch this – hear this – ignore this
Binding us into commitments
Caging us to traditions
Like this it it
This is what we’re supposed to do
And love songs aren’t drug spun
Confused confessions
Of pent up regressions
Live this truth
You’ll be my sweetest kill.

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