through
him
I
can
taste
the
trees
smell
the
birds
swooping
over
the
water

summer
written
all
over
them
the
sun’s
canvas
they
ride
the
day

her
witchery
could
achieve
all
but
the
resurrection
of
the
dead

come
on
baby
time
party
with
me
forget
what
is
phantom
for
me

I
didn’t
forget
you
pretty
I
was
just
on
a
date
with
the
lake

I
want
to
meet
somewhere
and
have
to
describe
myself
by
what
I’m
wearing

the
wind
or
a
phantom
yanked
my
hair
but
I
wouldn’t
be
distracted

I
am
the
eye
of
the
storm
the
prairie
grasslands
the
coolth
of
midnight

she
wore
crushed
red
velvet
to
the
formal
blacker
than
night
were
her
eyes

the
plant
and
I
pondered
as
if
we
knew
we
were
in
the
wrong
bodies

the
old
growth
the
color
of
her
heart
like
greys
greens
and
fog
at
midnight

I
got
down
on
my
knees
and
I
pretend
to
pray
I’m
a
real
straight
shooter

- the mamas and the papas

ring
my
bell
baby
boy
ring
a
ding
ding
sweet
daddy
my
bell
ring
it

I
felt
someone
watching
me
and
there
she
was
the
moon
considering

I
love
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky
she
hates
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky

how
deep
is
your
love
mingled
with
barbecue
smoke
and
his
greying
beard

why
I
say
stupid
things
to
myself
like
I
wish
I
were
more
like
her

I
got
that
summertime
I
got
that
summertime
summertime
sadness

- lana del rey

the
spodie
party
back
in
high
school
fame
when
we
didn’t
give
a
fuck

venus
blessed
hair
shield
self
appointed
bait
there
I
was
the
pretty
trap