So chemically sentimental
A kiss in place of sucking our thumbs
As children bloomed of wild vegetation
We get good and drunk
Suspend like smoke in the sun
Recall a nature of floating
There's so much hanging at the bottom
Love's transient thread
Weaves the loudness and silence
And I hum to its meditation
Of chaos and confessions of
Fading in lust
Dirtied by its dust
Let's not talk our failures
We have not forgotten them
It's not love
But something like love
Huddled under covers
Eyes indebted to the sun
Dust floating in the light
There's so much hanging at the bottom
Love's transient thread
Weaves the loudness and silence
And I hum to its meditation
Of chaos and confessions of
Fading in lust
Dirtied by its dust
Love's transient thread
Weaves the loudness and silence
And I hum to its meditation
Of chaos and confessions of
So much hanging at the bottom