Completely.
It’s complicated.
For a lifetime,
it will grow and change,
delighting,
disappointing.
I just want something real.
I just want something passionate.
I’m not sure if I even have a point.
I don’t have any more to say,
because being vague is the only fun that’s free,
in the grotesque but glorious world I woke up in.
Completely.
I hide behind the pillow,
like a child,
full of fear,
as I get all I ever wanted,
because I don’t know what to do with it,
and I don’t know that I ever did.
I just liked to dream.
I just liked to imagine myself,
somewhere else,
sometimes,
I still do.
Do you want to go to lake placid,
my love?
Yes,
I’m changing the subject,
so you won’t dwell on my despair.
I didn’t mean to make you or I cry,
but while we’re here,
let’s plan a trip,
and promise we’ll go,
so I have something to hold onto.
I prayed for it.
Completely.
Save me,
love.
Save me,
fate.
Save me,
Father John Misty.
I guess someone heard me.
Completely.
I don’t have any more to say,
because being vague is the only fun that’s free,
in the grotesque but glorious world I woke up in.
