a song in text

the thing about emptiness:
it’s insatiable.

no amount of e minor chords
or old fashions
will fill the void.

this famished parasite
gnawing itself inside-out
ends in oblivion.

nostalgia
promises and vows
making a difference
knowing more than the narrator
the first time you heard bright eyes
and neutral milk hotel
with mike on that pontoon
on that lake in that jungle in malaysia.

hope and fate
faith and choice
the shy girl
and her way with words

we wrote a song
in texts
we will never sing
never good enough
not enough time
always wanting
never being

the dead sun flower
from the upper east side
still a symbol
whose meaning
escapes us now

how long are we excepted
to keep missing
before we forget

i love you
is never
enough

all my idols are suicides
but don’t you worry
i’ve got these sad song
to feed the beast