love lusted after immorality in this world
the intelligence lusted after pure gold
what was the difference
i guess the absence
or forgiveness
i just wanted it to commence
find the end
so i could come back again
morals told me i was wrong
even the exhausting result
it was like florals
fabric
the flowers looked real
yet it was just floral
everything was wrong
nothing was essentially something
just a twenty-something soul
lost in the hollywood bowl
playing a game of the lonely old only
blew out what was there
said goodbye
and drifted on for the goodbye
looked at the blue sky
waited for the night and took a red eye
might have been a good guy
next time i won't meet someone
around the fourth of july