Blurring

[pop song lyrics]

This lucky fight, still solemn to blue plights
All the things without me you feign to refrain
Numbers, sub-prime, draw the odds, make it right
All the things without me you feign to refrain
You take me weeks of counting to feel again

Burn the time out of thunder
I can taste the static
Burn the time, lightning circuit, network
Watch these lies construe your part
Burn the spine out of jackets

I can smell your burning child

Rehearse for Prado, oil cello
All the things without me you fail to refrain
You take me weeks of counting to hurt again
You take it easy while pouting in your diadem
You flake you let me trust you to not begin

Burn the time out of space
I can taste stardust mint
Burn the time, stellar gush, nova fall
Watch as she tries to pull you apart
Burn the crime out of arson

I can smell your lucky denial