• Please, turn off the lights
    'Cause it's Night on the Sun.
    you're hopelessly hopeless,
    I hope so, for you
    And all that is seen is
    auburn with presence,
    A stale jaded pulse
    like a pain turned to itch.
    With a fire escape
    made of s**t I didn't hear,
    Time came and said
    Does the sound of a fan actually comfort you?
    And so it goes,
    we seem to avoid the cross of eye or step.
    Stretch wide to not know what else is.
    It's unfair to ask you to save yourself.
    So I blame you for making me unfair.

    I'd name you Allegra if I could.