About
I like the way you move, I like the way you prove the claims, the frames of something sugared. I like the banter, sweet like fanta and sprite and flight; those nights in spain. Choke the skies with your flashy mask, just ask but we’ll never miss a party because we keep them going constantly. Suspended like spirits over speeding cars, you and me were kings over the parkway tonight. I like it fresh and easy, simplicity is admiral. Summer barbeques, riding my bicycle, record players, picnics, I love going to a picnic, strawberry picking, pen flicking, sleeping and grazing all jazzed up with pish posh words like proletariat? Put some ignorance on, some emergency and I feel all hyped all over again, pipe down, just give me some Charlie Simpson and I’m back in the 90’s covered in glitter and smooth lines. I want to write about adventures, history, personal records, sketch it out for masses to discover; an autobiography but really soggy ginger biscuits in cea and toffee will do for now, ginger hair, ginger people, ginger Helena and Richard. I like the way you say you will, the chill until you live it up, and I like sleeping in your bed, knowing what is going on inside your head. Excitement over chocolate and amaretto biscuits and holidays and coffee and cappuccinos and bubble bath all froffee. Microwaves are so underestimated. Perky pop, instant pancakes mixes, watching the stars and having tea parties, we like to enjoy ourselves by collecting Google logos. The end