
I
I'm
not
a
ware
of where
you
are
you
a
ware
of where
you
are
my
feel
ins
tilt
as I
tum
ble
each step
is
pain
full
and leaves
a scar
Are
R
I Dwell
in
poss
ebb
ill
itty
desire
functions
along
side
mass -
insecurities
found your messages
but
dis
carded
them
can't
mistake
lust
we both know
this ain't
a real film
I'm
not
a
ware
of where
you
are
are you
a
ware
of where
you
are
my
feel
ins
tilt
as I
tum
ble
each step
is
pain
full
and
all
ways
leaves
scar are
R
Ss
I dwell
in
poss-ib
ill
ity
mad girls
love song
contend
hued
as I
slowly
accept
these realities
I leave
signs
under your doors
but you
don't look
to the floor
Your head
is always
in the
clouds
I see why
your magic
works
but I
wanna
know
how
I'm
not
a
ware
of where
you
are
are you
a
ware
of where
you
are
my
feel
ins
tilt
as I
tum
ble
each step
is
pain
full
and
all
ways
leaves
a
scar
Are
R
Love
Love
Love
I'm
in
love
with you
But
it’s
breaking my
heart
It won’t do
Any justice
To
begin
at
the start
Mem-ories
before
they happen
I can see you
talking
before you talk
Love
Love
Imagine
airy
compulsive
All
the above
Why’d you go
and pull me closer
We both know
the end
before
it starts
it's cause
love , love, love
I’m in love with you
But it’s breaking my heart
Creeping
like a shadow
in the corner
of my heart
I saw the
memories
before they happened
even heard you
talking
before
you talked
it's cause
love , love, love
I’m in love with you
But it’s breaking my heart
I drank
all
the
kool
aide
now 'my knees
are cross
they don't
obey me
we met
on a
Saturday
I always worked
a nine to eight
a lonely
shopgirl
on 10th street
you walked
in
And ...
Stared
at me
we walked'
to GRAB
some
coffee
it was
the most
row
Man
tick
moment
of my life
think
about it
lying
in my bed
all
the time
it's just
another
sardonic
ode
to
my
Iimaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
Boyfriend
Lock me up
the worlds
too cruel
listen to my sins
listen to my sin
you walked
in
And ...
Stared
at me
we walked'
to GRAB
some
coffee
it was
the most
row
Man
tick
moment
of my life
think
about it
lying
in my bed
all
the time
My imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
Boyfriend
I drank
all the
lime aid
now
my knees are cross
they don't
obey me
we met
on a
Saturday
I always worked a nine to eight
a lonely
shopgirl
on 10th street
you walked in and...
stared
at me
we walked
to Grab
some
coffee
it was
the most
romantic
moment
of my life
think about it
lying in my bed
all the time
its just
another
sardonic
ode
to
my
imaginary
(imaginary)
My imaginary
(imaginary)
Imaginary
(my imaginary)
My imaginary
Boyfriend
--
I
heard
a rumor
I
heard
a rumor
I
heard
a rumor
loud
and clear
from Barbara,
Tracy
and Stacey
as we ate
Chicken legs,
fried rice
and iced tea
they told me
things
that would
drive me crazy
Billy
don't like you
Not even Sally
But I
really
love you
more
than
anybody
the boy
don't
like you
not even Sally\
but I
really
love you
more than
anybody
I
heard a rumor
I
heard a rumor
running down
23rd street
always
late for work
but ran
into
Billy Johnson
You're
maybe maybe
he was sitting with Sally
sipping
arnold palmers
gazing
into
each others eyes
I wanted too
smack her so good
just wanted
to tell you
another girl
is sipping
sodas
with
your guy
Billy
don't like you
Not even Sally
But I
really
love you
more
than
any
body
Billy
don't like you
Not even Sally
But I
really
love you
more
than
anybody
O constancy
build a bridge
betwixt my heart
and
my tongue
O misery
show me
the bridge
to the
metropolises
to come
O memories
they feel
like static
on my flesh
O lucid dreams
take us to the places
we haven't the chance
to visit yet
Baby
face
I want
missus
on my tombstone
but first
I must think
of myself
or I'll be nothing
O vivid dreams
shelter me
from
expectations
that'll never exist
O memories
take me
to the places
where we
experienced bliss
O misery
show me
the gratitude
to endure another fall
O constancy
build a bridge
betwixt my heart
and my tongue
or I'll have nothing at all
Baby
face
I want
missus
on my tombstone
but first
I must think
of myself
or I'll be nothin
O constancy
build a bridge
betwixt
my heart
and my tongue
O misery
Show me
the map
that leads us
all home
O memories
don't make me bitter
make me strong
O lucid dreams
take us
too
the places
we haven't the chance
to visit yet
but where we all belong
About the Creator
Hayat Hyatt
Stuff from the mind of writer, filmmaker, video artist and grad student Hayat Hyatt




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