Full-length Youth
Tracing time to find sense in one caged word
Full-length Youth
Tracing time to find sense in one caged word
chasing shapes to build naked codes
looking comfortable in ‘I do’ lines and means
running away, towards verses and rhymes
blown by this medium called syntax
Slept on educational lyrics and methods
can’t drag a souls body, can’t see cable faces
can’t create what’s already there, could kill a center depth
and revive a playlist of seven electro emotions
full-length youth, smile and pretend you’re ordinary
