g i r l i n r e d / g i r l o n f i r e
girl in red
chelsea girl
who wants to be an angel?
a chelsea girl already has your heart before you’ve made it out the door.
you can’t buy the kind of laissez-faire these girls are born with.
many have wanted to bottle and sell it.
you never truly know who you are until you’re free,
a cheslea girl already knows this.
so walk out your door, and find somebody to love.
never love a cowgirl
new york or nowhere
alive in the grandiose nightfall, on a high between the sweet nothings.
she’s all energy and high cheekbones.
banana pudding and white wine.
yellow pushup bras and late night pasta from an aussie joint.
white fur left in the wreckage of an once great city, that never really fell in the first place.
it may oscillate between extremes, but it never falters.
just like her.
"no one ever got my soul right like he could"
to see between the thing you love and it’s potential.
to love something as it is and as it will be.
it’s an unlocked door, it’s an open heart.
it’s a freedom unlike any other my soul has known.
"you've been on a journey they can't see"
optimism is critical to our spiritual health. to believe deeply in what we do, to know our only job is to be a proper conduit for the message inside us.
sometimes, i wish i wasn’t born burning.
i’ve had an incessant need to create for as long as i can remember.
i know no other way.
remember us to life
baby’s all dressed up in blue and higher than a rolling stone.
she’s gaining new ground melting away.
she doesn’t look like somebody that knows where she’s going,
but if you mention that to her,
she’ll just smile & say,
“if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.”
the band
he loves me when he’s drunk.
when he’s sober, i am entirely too much.
when he’s drunk, he can be as great as he wants.
when morning comes, reality sets in, and no work has been done.
there’s magic in the high, and self-respect in the sobriety.
we walk the find line of a joint dreamworld.
when i drink too, i’m not sure what’s real and what we’ve made up in our heads.
such fine problems to have, building our own demons.
if only i wasn’t the only one who had to fight them.
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i've got a girl with hair like sunshine
i’ve got a girl with hair like sunshine, she loves me all the time.
she usually doesn’t stay, but i found a way to not make her flee,
i simply let her be free
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hearts on fire
i move in silence, move with the days.
colors merge and i surface in my new-found freedom.
what is the cost of a life like this?
to be so deeply different,
i carry it’s weight every day.