let
let
let
clumsy enough to fall for anything
we
we
below the neon blue
low lives hiding in dives
there
ghosts pa**ing through bedrooms unaware
a faint reflection on the barback
a face i never knew whispering,
who are you if you
you
all my plays have tragic endings
you wish i was a fairy tale
this frog will never change anything
just pretend that you
that scolding sun is bound to come up eventually
so who is it that whispers in your ear?
a haunting voice blows in through the window
there
a needy pleading apparition
crying
i hardly exist at all.
let
i don
well live happily ever after