I.
Honey bee, I think I’m dying out
but It’s no crisis to lose me.
Vines dead and the oceans drying up
but they keep making movies.
You said
"A Lie by omission is still a lie."
I said
"How about a Mission Impossible marathon?"

II.
If I used to love you I’ll always love you
That’s just how my mantra goes
I see you doing things you never said you’d do
You need to cut it for it to grow.
That's a split end oxymoron
Even after eight seasons Fez was still foriegn.

III.
I read something somewhere
"We don’t lie because we want to protect
people, we lie because the capital-T-Truth
might provoke others to make decisions
that aren’t in our interest."
…I think it was on Facebook

IV.
Honey bee, hear me crying out
It’s not so nice to abuse me
Top down, all my papers flying out,
GMC Sierra trailer, like, I'm saying you see through me.
You said
"Real people are not actors."
I said
"...How about a Mission Impossible marathon?"

V.
Hell inside out is a warm belly.
I'm sat in a flat in London and flick on the telly,
I see you- or- what looks like you- or - what
looks like what I remember you to look like,
cause I haven’t even-
Sorry.
I haven’t even eaten at nandos.
I let my soul slip out and project to a time
where the best striker in the world was
named Fernando, and me and my family took
a trip to Disney Orlando,
and I felt my stomach drop out on the Tower of Terror
Thinking how "Now or Never"
seems like some sort of threat.
Like, I just want my stomach back.
A warm belly full of cheeky chicken tenders
Remember when: Randy Jackson, Paula Abdul,
Simple Life, simpler times tables,
tables spun out infinitely in all directions
till they become the truth.
Babe Ruth was Dominican.

VI.
I look up and think of you.
I look down and see all blue.
I look bad in red, that’s your color.
Red like messages sent but not really recieved.
I hate to ask but, like, do you really know what I mean?
I mean, you nice, we get it.
Sound too can take on some kind of color,
and I’ve never been the lucky caller,
leaving voices even when I know your machine is full.
Here I am, seated in the emergency exit row,
feeling everyones doubts about if I even know
what lever to pull.

VII.
You said "See you next Tuesday."
I said "It’s a date."
Thinking how god doesn’t really wanna get
his hands dirty.
thinking how “next time”s always come
when it’s too late.
I pray to the pope cause
I know he knows something.
I step on his robe, like,
lemme show you something.

VIII.
I hurtle through the sky at, like,
1,000 miles per hour.
Thinking thats why they have co-pilots
One alone can't handle all that power.
A turtle is just a lizard with a defense mechanism
that won’t let him relax on his back.
Needless to say, sometimes I feel like that.
Swerve the train and mega drift on the track,
so that I wipe out the entire trolly problem
without a trace, bumping "The Sign" by Ace of Base.
Thinking last to lose is first place with a bad attitude.

IX.
When I die and I decompose,
let my body become a thorny rose.
Some of you have never hurt someone
you love and it shows.

X.
Oh honey bee, let me go extinct,
let me come back as a running sink,
with a cup below that’s overflowing
already full of what you couldn't drink.

XI.
Blood red beauty when you touch me
Flushed like a shy one when you look inside,
yes, come, peel my petals back,
look through my likes.
Find mindless meandering mid-tier memes,
see there’s nothing in the middle but
Malcolm in the Middle on a Lizzo leash.
Wait, are we dirty texting or did I misread that lil’ peach?
Is it a reach? Is it a reach? Is it a…
sheesh