Neon Avalanche - LX

I can’t write, i can’t sleep

I can’t think of a way to say what i feel

I can’t move, i can’t blink

I can’t think of a thought for the thought of me stealing it

I can’t ever breathe original air

Moves like a neon avalanche

On a pastel mountain and i come so slowly

When i come please have me

Paper pilot on a head on collision, routine position

Mark out the plot

Map written in fiction

Don’t know how to function

I can’t even breathe non-fictional air

Please take my hand and hold it just like a lion would

And i’ll pull out your tongue

And burn it just like the weather could

Please take my hand and hold it just like a lion would

And i will pull out your tongue

And burn it just like the weather could

Moves like a neon avalanche

On a pastel mountain and i come so slowly

When i come

When i come please have me

Please have me