the decline

Daydream delusion.

Limousine eyelash.

Oh, baby, with your pretty face, drop a tear in my wineglass.

Look at those big eyes, see what you mean to me: Sweet cakes and Milkshake.

I am delusion angel.

I am fantasy parade.

I want you to know what I think, don’t want you guessing anymore: You have no idea where I come from.

We have no idea where we’re going.

Lodged in life, like branches in the river.

Flowing downstream caught in the curent.

I carry you, you’ll carry me.

That’s how it could be.

Don’t you know me?

Don’t you know me by now?