cheers,
it’s good to hear from you
empty bottle echoing on the table
now wipe off the liquid from my lips
with that hunger of yours
the one that scratches
vibrates in flakes of lights with which
I’m stealing the thief’s heart
I got a picture of your name
just need a frame, baby
here it appears, the frame, the perfect set, shining from afar
stunning mirage of the club – saviour
my alluring oasis
we’re so stupid and brilliant, diamonds
camera flash that captures our youthful souls
waving under the neon lights
like they’re already ghosts – or eternal
but you run after games, they never run at you
flashbacks
we’re getting loose on a monday
yeah, darling, tell ’em
lights on and I thrive in this big bang of sounds
familiar ocean of screams and people breathing in – waiting
waiting for something, always, the next thrill
but darling, look over there,
your next thrill is me
lights are on, but where’s everyone
where’s the perfect second chemical part of my formula
we’re getting loose on a monday
tell ’em
chasing the red neons
that are mirroring my rage – another crucial ingredient
to the perfect formula
I’m about to make a big, big deal
with that one face I know
those hands I told you about
that’ll burn me to the marrow
yes, my beautiful baby looking like a meal
and I’ll treat her like heaven, like that precious little thing she is
preciously warming my ego
that’s the formula’s secret
so just one more sip
of this delicious thrill
for the perfect formula
tinted with the dirty – what do I say, exquisite
craving desire – turning so easily
to weariness
I would swallow the sun if I could
so they would keep looking at me
and never reach out the cruel clarity of the day
in which we all disappear after the lights turn off
how long until we make another perfect formula
now, let’s get real quiet
Maëlle Leggiadro