Bird Flu - Hopesfall

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