Jazz Takes a Break

it hurts me when lines are drawn in gold and separation has value 
envy for the color blind because they can love everyone without having to discriminate

my dear,
the air between our distance is still too liveable i want to reduce it till they suffocate and you and i
are cross eyed face to face and all of them are blue in between us lacking oxygen because there's nothing separating us the world is beneath us not in the middle of us everything is around us and only you and I are on center stage

listen to my music dance even if you don't know how to 
introduce me to your mother i promised her i'd cry with you at the death of your father

do i look like someone you'd want to fuck when i have this gun in my hand? 

why do i always try to seduce lunatics? how many questions can I ask myself to finally feel like I've traveled long enough to stop

I keep having to tell myself it'll all be worth it in the end and I'm starting to resent how clear it is to me why she left

constant repetitions of dishonesty and it's starting to sound less and less like a song that i want to sing 

but they'll…
shoot if i stop and i'm trying to find ways to do things that they won't notice