HER NOTEBOOKS

My name's all over her notebooks
My name's all over her notebooks
My name's all over her notebooks

Manhattan on my breath
Got pussy on my lips
Groovy little baby feeling wavy with me
J's up in the old El Camino
You in that brand new Miata
I kill a lot of the lala, then take her back to the casa
While I'm
Smelling like loud
Rainy days coming so we up and fly south
And my name's all over her notebooks

Nihilism like tats that she wearing
Fuck her like I hate her while I hold her by the larynx
And other small abuses
I know she'll never love me
I don't know
Fuck it though
Add her to the pantheon of muses
Music be the means or I'm dying
Diamonds on deserted islands and
They'll never find us city kids
She licks sriracha off her fingertips
Kisses got me feverish,
I'm high and we don't trip
But man,
I'm smelling like loud
Transatlantic, now we're using umlauts
And my name's all over her notebooks
My name's all over her notebooks

Whiskey in my tumbler
Suicidal Tumblrs
I fuck her whenever I wanna
Touch down, then we right up in the air again
Strawberry and cream
Our safety words are Sumerian
The kush is Moroccan
Her attitude is Osakan
Nights in Nihon
We drinking sake with ramen
And we don't talk about our problems
Why talk about that shit when we could cause them?
I'm smelling like loud
All the words that we'll never write down
Lost in the sounds all around us
But my name's all over her notebooks
All over em