Gamestop goth girl in a voodoo state
Babe I want to introduce you to my YouTube page
I gotta ask how a boy’s gonna woo you babe
And how Helen of Troy has got an UWU face

Blue jeans and brown hair I knew peace it’s out there
But new thesis, now scared you’ll used me but how dare
Some newbie without prayers of groupies come doubt fair
J’accusing, without pair no beauty, I’m downstairs

Whether we’ll be pie-in-the-sky or learning to live without
Truth is that our triumph or loss is already written out
Now we’re racing for it, and maybe in two directions.
But why can’t a man reason himself into true affections?

Been guessing your
Semaphore methods or metaphors - stop
Got temperature - dropped

Winter’s coming down the mountain getting colder all the time
The account of how I met you I’m beholden to revise
My conversation pieces can foster strange encounters
And no, I didn’t fall so much as saunter vaguely downwards
I want to make it count first

And every time we meet we seem to drop another obstacle
Say every other sentence that I thought this was impossible
I’ve got to something optimal, I’m paranoid to lose you
A narrow choice ensues so I there avoid my doom soon
Joyful on a blue moon, but pay a cost do that
I’m just surprised someone can stand me for as long as you have

Winter’s here, darling, with my cave fortress already down
To give us safe quarters from the spreading clouds
We’re ready now but still my frayed cortex has been getting loud
Adoring the aesthetic of your thorax in my pedipalps - I’m sorry, love

Stand nearer by me, I don’t want you in the dark alone
Or crushed if the ceiling should get defeated by the harsher snow
Every time you leave my arms you’re bruising the crooks
And with such beautiful looks you might have suitors in nooks

And as the winter deepens I’ll be coming down with sick dreams
The caves will start to darken as the thunderclouds afflict me
And I think I can hear you somewhere out there giggling
Love is the Plan the Plan is Death - shouts to Tiptree

And after all your sweet words you forgave my silence
I’m opaque at times and my domain is quiet
Please stop listening, the cold makes me mindless
I promise it’s not deeper than my mores for violence

Growing with your patience and the ages and the breadcrumbs
I dread much how fate can overtake me when you’re fed up
And you’re pretty like the chiaroscuro of a smothered sunburst
And now I wonder which of us can eat the other one first

When I’m wide awake it’s hard to see you in my mind’s eye
But I can hear your laughter while I’m staring at the night sky
Barely through a skylight, eyes are on your waist
Where Orion got displaced, I could die another day

But if Jake were realistic I would walk and abide
Cus all the cases and statistics simply not on my side
And you’re covered in a cloud of the mayfly affections
That may fly in six, seven, eight, nine directions
And you’re pretty like the chiaroscuro of a smothered sunburst
And now I wonder which of us can eat the other one first