the flashlights

i was told to use my head but now
there is a loughton shaped hole in the wall
is all

and also you said i'm good at languages but all i remember is si and shi and das and gut and i never type umlauts and i can't remember what to call that B/s but i can't type that either

shake it off
i used you is what you'll say
what you'll mean is you couldn't have me
it might hurt but it's business
i needed to crush something important
(to me)

if i am the high you feel who is the cigarettes who is the tar
if he is the limelight you stand in who is the flashlights

there are eleven different reasons why i departed
i have a poor memory and the eleventh was
love

there were also seven reasons i tried again
but those are all forgotten
you didn't have me back regardless

life is your bicycle but i make poor handlebars
monies are your fetish and i smoke them is all
(no pleasure no pain)

speeding motorcycle is my heart and you
crashed it but
that is what motorcycles are for isn't it
(speeding)