A Mutinous Dream

We could legalise our heads, darling
We could advertise the piecemeal of our chests
We could recognise our debt
Just to overstep the costume of our sound
There’s a course that crowns the able intent
Any calling and we see how we fare
Things started breeding when we swerved off the page
The final hour of the juvie malaise
Was destined to sassy violence
Watch her slink with her groan
Oh pity that she cheated
We wasted all this time
We learn our idols in their homes
We watch the eyes as they smile at themselves
We tried to understand their smells, Hoah
Cuffer solved it only after we get some names
There’s a course that crowns the able intent
Any calling and we see how we fare
Things fell to pieces with the space of it all
For all the reasons I can barely recall
But have to, Refuel the wreckage
Stuck in questioning code
Dear God I tried to fix it
It’s cut off diamonds, down and then
Left to freeze in the cold
How did we get so dreadful weak?
How do we not make a sound?
We scattered neatly into __ routine
From all the practise I can barely repeat
I watched it
The final moments of a mutinous dream
Face down in carnal treason
We wasted so much time