Love, and the evil that is victorious.
I have had it.
She is no cut and dry solution.
Love is unorthodox.
It always goes this way.
First, the Western jay stays quiet and we move.
She breaks me down too hard the beat is uncouth.
Then, pure spring.
I flow against my will.
Now do you know why I dislike you?
We begin in the world with nothing.
A germ called money blooms.
I am its pregnant fool.
In terms of the world, she keeps looking at me
like my body doesn't even understand democracy.