when i close my eyes all i see are dried up flowers and cold crashing waves
every sound is amplified and leaves echos ringing in my ears in my ears in my ears
you were laughing with me earlier and i wanted to write you a song or a poem or a story about dying our hair in a motel bathroom with shoplifted colors
and about five dollar lipstick
and your 1 am cigarettes
and drunken kisses that are sweeter than the purest hit, the purest hit, the purest...
but you aren't here now, and i'm trying to recall the way your eyes look in the murky morning light
and the way you cut your own hair with the kitchen scissors
and the curve of your hips as they shook along to the radio
and words keep bubbling up, but i can't put them in order
battery acid, midnight, corporeal, shimmering, laughter, lonely, longing, looking, star light, star bright, first star i see tonight tonight tonight tonight
wishes for kisses for wishes for something
and i'm trying to make a mixtape just to keep my thoughts in order
but it isn't coming out right because i don't have that song from that movie that i love
the one by Blondie or the Nerves or Flowers Forever forever forever forever
don't leave me hangin' on the telephone
don't leave me hangin' on the telephone
