Milo
You Are Go(o)d To Me
I'm susceptible to your liesI want to be objectified without concern for systemsNaturally nervous disposition brimsWith concerns and contradictionsThe contrapositive impoverished heart stemsAnd I'm Bart SimpsonI've known the nothingness of chaosI've known the somethingness of fake GodsI've been out of place like transitional lensesComma splices in a suspended sentenceKiss the nose of the vulture, destroy the broke cultureThat's what I was sent to do with a paper box of cherry cordialsAlready forgot what I'm meant to proveWe can eat, gray clumps of skyMelancholy men are always witty, and I wonder whyWe can eat, gray clumps of skyMelancholy men are always witty, and I wonder whySo I kicked the air like I'm Bruce LeeAnd I mumbled like I'm TunechiAnd I felt it in my cheek bonesI kicked the air like I'm Bruce LeeAnd I mumbled like I'm TunechiAnd I felt it in my cheek bonesLetras de cancionesWe have a secret languageCommunicating in blinks and strange twitchesMy brain itches and I'm looking at picturesAnd I'm looking at pictures of pictures on InstagramFeeling like the Vicar of a little landThat spans the length of this Afghan which is not below my kneesI would make you breakfast with RaspberriesAnd pick out the seeds, using nothing but my little fingers
From Letras Mania