Poems To Fuck To

It's ok
Cos my time don't really exist
It's just a virtue
In a comic vast abyss

And you're not alone
We'll build he penthouse where we'll lay
And I'm still inside you
From every single hit we take


And
I can't sing
All those happy melodies
But we'll write poems tô Fuck tô and
And We'll write poems so fuck you

REPEAT

It's just a game
We broke the silence anyway

Now there's three of us
And with our baited breath we play

Cos it's fun when trying
And If the love really exists
It's just how you find it
It's just how you find it___

And
I can't sing
All those happy melodies
But we'll write poems tô Fuck to
We'll write poems so fuck you

REPEAT

MIDDLE 8

DISIDENTIFYYYYYYY
With that pretty miiiind
Disidentify.........


It's ok
It's ok
Cos my time
Don't exist
Woahhh oh oh
But we'll write poems to fuck to