Chucking Myself To Albatross.

Blink the tears out of your pretty eyes.
She says I'll be okay, I'm not supposedly insane.
But I see you like the mirrors do,
And I keep grabbing the rocks to hurl like mad llamas.
If I stone myself to death, boom, bang, crack!,
It was a murder, not a suicide.
Now don't you go telling everyone I will.
You don't get it. Love? Oh he knows!
She says its all in my head, all in my head.
And I like how when I think of you,
I get wise and broken down to smaller fractions.
I'm not totally adorable and pure if I
Like your jeans around your ankles.
And maybe the rain is a symbol somehow to me;
Kind of like the willow trees and stakes and shadows and birds.
Boom, bang, damn I missed that time.
Snakes eat turtles lately, and I like clouds:
Big black clouds to show I'm in a stormy state.
I miss you...