Backstabbing California

Look at this,

where do I begin?

I fell,

I handed the weapons.

"Beauty is melting my eyes."

Something didn't match, that night,
the air, and faces.

Then we collided, our limits found each other. "Look!, beauty is on the other side-
of the street."

"Flames, you're nearing flames."

Oh, and the eyes met, four-hundred eagles cried.

Boys, he can work the straw.
We walked 2 more miles. We're close to Texas, I wanted to be away from
Backstabbing California.
Girls, she can work her way out of him.

"Where do I find the way out?"

The whirlwind found its way to Texas and we're no longer in charge.
A future journey was suddenly left unsaid.

Now we are four and some of us have claws.
Some have mouths for eyes
I could tell.

You grabbed the night by the hand, you achieved what you were looking for.
My fingers coiled, not to my surprise. The air was ripe. "Nasty,
you are the master of oddities."


Now a voice said: "This is black grass you're stepping into.
the party is supposed to be over, and yet why are you speaking when your tongues could dance nasty tunes?"

Disappointment knocked on my door, and today is sitting by my side.
I had a chocolate-coated journey I will never forget.
Veronica is dancing at her house with vanilla tears of joy, mouthing this words: "oh love why couldn't he foreshadow this? Love, it is cold down here."

Do you remember when this was supposed to be fun?

I hope one day you'll be able to trace white doves
from all this black-blooded vultures you call "Beings of Love"

Oh no, you haven't learned: Love is out of this river, so is trust.
Still you closed the windows, I cared.
Today the windows are open, you smiled:

"The things you do for love, California."