why cant we be perfect?
we move to a melody we hadnt ever written down
but it turns around inside of our minds and makes shadows come up from underneath our eyelids
when they blink like a flash of genius
a stroke of brilliance
youve got your eyes on mine
we arent moving
til the shotgun fires

you make it so beautiful
and effortless
that i will only keep my mouth half-closed.
yours is half-open.