83 Plays
So, last week I woke up at 6:00 AM after having gone to sleep at 5:00 AM, and wrote down something. I found it this week, and expanded upon those thoughts.
Another thing I did last week was to copy most of Rihanna’s Good Girl Gone Bad. A bit of that shows up in here too. I kind of turned my incoherent 6 AM ramblings into a response to the crazed idealism present in most popular conceptions of romance.
haven’t slept for a week
but i’m on time
summon your inner politician
at least we made it out alive
messaged me at 6 am.
haven’t seen you for years
I’d dream about you if I dreamed anymore
The last dream I had was you walking out that door.
Raise the grey flag over him
This is the time of reckoning
And you’ll be strong when they call you in
you are a mighty wind
You said maybe we should start a club
I thought maybe we should sleep together
for a million years, for a million years
the sun’s rising again, again for love
But you’ve got to stop beating that dead horse
Because your love won’t get me elected again.
and even if I write you into my constitution
there’s a difference between what you say and what you can enforce
