Post Hoc

I am very full up on love

Warm belly full of blood

My fever dream is crisping up around its edges

I am very full up on love

I am very full up on love

Caught slippin' by the post hoc fallacy

Swiftly followed by a clip roon the ear and a "Don't talk back to me"

Let it stew 'til the bones got marrow-y

And then reply "Yo, soz, phone lost battery"

Spare me the soap box parody

Circular logic and botox vanity

We're all family, pure going on like the Z-list cast in a low cost dramedy

It's honestly so fake,

Allow the parcel-tongue I'm no talking to no snake

Throat slit with voddy and gold flake

On my sixth black coffee at Molly Malone's wake

Thoughts foggy and opaque

Trynna peice it all together like blocks in a mosaic

Don't wait up just for the 2AM text sayin' "Sorry am gonnae be home late"

Uh uh uh uh

A little bit of something that you never knew you needed you needed but now you need it all the time

The filler in a thesis on your innermost desires that you never even really meant to write

And if you read between the lines you'll find the truth is out there somewhere and that shit it isn't really hard to find

It's easy to forget that everything is simply particles of energy and light

Step into the light

You ever see a more absorbing freak show in your life?

Skin Nosferatu white

Eyes saucer-y and wide, jaw swinging to the side

In the midst of my delusion back when every man was moving mad I swear that we could fly off

Nowadays I stay reclusive in a shitty town I live and keep it tinted when I drive off