sophistication.

i was married to the stronghold,

held on to the back of a magazine

relived the reiteration

scuffled to the far side.

you're a song i vocalize as i read the libretto.

what if i carry an aristocratic disdain

day to week, to weakend.

have you ever felt this way?

wide-eyed.

oblivious, heedless, or ignorant.

perhaps naive.

hands to myself.

you've got me right where you want me.
let's never talk, let's never. let's never talk of this again because

i didn't want it to mean that much to me.
i didn't want it to mean that much to me.
i didn't want it to mean that much to me.
i didn't want it to mean that much to me.

anyway; yeah.

-tbs.