Bird Flu

I’m a killjoy
Even offstage I’m plastered
Memories of a s** stained flower
On the wall of your room
I need a view
I need a few
People around me think they are California bound
We’re turning blue and yellow
We don’t make a sound
I’ve sunk into cold floors
Half naked and always stumbling
You are to me However you want to be As long as we’re machines (we will lose)
We are just a dream (the unknown)
No ordinary tease
Of another life
Come find
We ought to be How we used to be
A more human and extraordinary love
Hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines
Crush the pills
Flip it over
Rip this oxy
Fuck alter boy sensitivity
Make it numb to learn
We can