to and for, b.m.r.
attribute, you.
fake,
and plastic,
and beautiful.
i'm a pretty face,
and that's about as deep as it goes.
this is my gravity,
and i'm handing it to you
on a silver platter.
you are ignorant,
so why aren't you blissful?
i've made my bed,
i know what comes next.
i've got this, little lion man.
stop telling me what you think i should do.
stop telling me what you think.
better yet, stop thinking.
leave my kingdom,
leave my throne.
the moon goes racing by,
and you can run forever.
empty pockets, learn to fly.
they'll catch you now or never.
i've moved past perfect teeth.
i've moved past the other team.
what makes you think pop culture
would take hold of me?
you won't, for the record.
if only i had a heart.
i don't, for the record.
so, i'll spend my days up in the north hall.
picking petals, and counting your eyelashes.
sailing across the seas in my head,
the ships magnificent.
to've seen, a cataclysm.
pretty little disasters.
aren't i a pretty little disaster?
the clouds have had their say,
and i'll make a bet that we don't
leave this place as friends.
are you comfortable?
you're going to hate me for this.
i'm taking over your shores,
just like the island before.
smothering you, so beg for mercy.
you will catch the work and the blame,
but no one will remember your ugly name.
you're gone, and i am king.
i never wanted your ugly love.
i was always more interested in
you dreams, your nightmares.
i never cared to ask you back.
we are not the same.
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