Lost in Translation by Monica Who

in the night with eyes that light up the stars
you forget everything that you are and wishes
cannot be aborted and discarded like unwanted souls
you say you want to sit back for a little while and hear my words
but you told me there can't be any shit about butterflies
so how about how it all began with a chance unplanned

pull up a seat and stay for a while, I don't know whose idea that was
addiction just takes over at some point and we lose the passage of time
wandering in the garden of our twisted minds; hey let's talk about rednecks
and getting high to spill all of the trauma desensitized
of blood letting and serial killers eating the flesh of their victims while
anorexic girls starve themselves and play naughty games with razor blades
this history is rich with confession but let's not throw around rainbows
and be misunderstood

it's an honour that you listen to me whenever so I promise
in this space between places I wont utter a single word
about fucking puppy dogs and rainbows, I wont paint any butterflies
how about I kill the kittens too, it feels so good to do that for you
I think you should tell me more about bees and snakes in your backyard
but we shouldn't get on a god damned nature kick, opium and ecstasy
red wine and visions of angels and demons to pass the time

now can we allow ourselves to be seduced by this mutual darkness
let's not eat together and talk about collecting stars and rainbows
for not raping my throat with a tooth brush to undo the mistake of my dinner
random thinking out loud like sharing our fever dreams and militant visions
will you watch me try to fly away from a land I was never meant to be
sometimes firewalls and language barriers get in our fucking way
but we can always throw some cards to divine or define our future

late at night don't forget your wishes, I can't wait to swallow my star
now that I got that out of my system my mind is bright again
I think I can refrain from talking about the butterflies for a little while
clearly I can't promise you anything, but we can warp reality if we try
let's feel silence together or laugh at nothing; whatever spirit inspires
you can be my tinfoil hat when I'm watching for signs and we'll just
rest and heal in this safe and dark place for a little while

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