shattered heart, tattered dress
a shattered heart in a tattered dress
spilling over to me like a fucking mess.
someone caught an eye,
but its like the tension before a trainwreck.
you're an archetype, not a girl in flesh.
i dreamed you last night,
so that today i could obsess
over fiction and fantasy.
a necessary distraction
from my current complacency.
yeah, i'd love to fuck you.
i'd love to spend a month
crashing at your place,
getting hammered to music we love,
recklessly throwing our bottles
out your window at strangers,
moshing in your living room,
and carelesly screwing until dawn...
but you were just a brief dream
before my alarm woke me up.
just a glimpse of another reality
somewhere far, far away.
whoever you are,
i hope we had fun.