The smoke sprouts from the engine Laced with maple syrup An impulsive decision Stranded in the slums The roads laid bare amidst the congestion The wind tugs at my hair My love’s feet drag in circles as he squawks at himself Hoarse profanities and coarse Southern expressions pepper Paranoia, a loss of joy that was drained out of your pores He kicks the tire, his foot is throbbing, I pour my soda all over it for the ice Is this what you wanted to see me haunted The rain strikes with the clock It sets the scene for a second act of misanthropy He whistles a pastiche of memories on summer streets to soothe me Caricatures of pedestrians encounter us With haughty condolences “Are you and your old man ok?” They’d drive by with all their sympathies If I laid out my situation My dad’s working the night shift My mom will greet me with an open fist I was supposed to be at work and now I’m supposed to be home Is this what you wanted to see me haunted The trees are stunning at night Your jaw will drop at the desolation My love and I amble on the side of the road He’s too enervated to raise his jacket above me The water fell like my arms Nothing could shield me from my own deception One bar of reception Just to encounter a shadow with loquacious fangs The emptiness of my hands Emphasized their soft lines My face lacked that jocose inclination Is this what you wanted to see me haunted The air threw itself at me Wrapped around my lungs I was warm with the heat of languor We gained a bar The streetlight looked down on me as my tongue shriveled up My head was ripped open with a red roar I had to make sure he was alright But my skin was even whiter than I had ever wished it was The chills hit a crescendo and knocked me down Is this what you wanted to see me haunted Is this what you wanted to see me haunted

If the chandelier remains opaque I’ll make my intentions align Amidst the crystal tears of insincerity You’re unfairly maligned If you’re basking in your perspective But flinch at your history Then I don’t have a remedy Nor a shamelessly clever line If you want to stay indulgent And repellent to the thieves You’re reading between the lines Of course, they’re gonna give you grief You can keep your conscience on You can keep to your grave and prove me wrong Cause I’m only a vessel for the lord With a three-chord pop song Chorus: I’m not giving you a piety prize You’re not just somebody to bleed I’m not ambling for your eyes It’s a metaphorical deed If the chandelier remains opaque I’ll make my intentions align Amidst the crystal tears of insincerity You’re unfairly maligned If you’re basking in your perspective But flinch at your history Then I don’t have a remedy Nor a shamelessly clever line Chorus

I should’ve faked my death I should’ve kept living for the unspoken benefits I have no credentials except being a culprit of my simplicity Chorus: Dark secrets, mostly carnal Light secrets shining out of the bottle You court angels effortlessly You manipulate maelstroms with ragged, naked breath You have no entitlement, just a decent will to live and look good brooding about it Chorus You’re not some other sickly adoration x2 We traded lust for blood We eventually had to face the consequences We hung our bodies against the waves of the sea crashing upon us and drowning our dignity Chorus Other sickly adorers have knocked down your door When I was barely born, so my intentions are Perceived as ludicrously lurid