Oh, Braxon

You really hold my retention

As you disten my destination

But you’re a true friend, no question

Not a soul but as an accolade in my compendium

Each trophied creature a reflection

It’s all disposable, so the prospects lessen

But I’ve a future, no question

So Braxon, I’ll quieten

Childhood friends know me again

Haven’t seen you since you renounced my name

So let’s fuck away the refrain

Bridge the sprawl out West, determine this career’s false glamour

Glamourise myself, my humanity

Forfeit dignity and enchant the train line

Guess this really is my time

Roving lifeline by lifeline

It seems so real

So Braxon, save me a stall that we can choke in

Posterior ways hoping that I’ve a future no defect in

And I’ll wait outside, you’re booked back to back

She’ll be your fucking parade pageant and I’ll just return to the station and

Set a fucking pitchfork wall up Gellibrand

The way you wear so salacious, then I’m jaded and to you, exploitable

Soulless so we diminish our principles and your poor girl, your poor girl, your poor girl

Devon, bar this train on lockdown

I’m just here to flee this city

Savour the countdown, cause I’m your martyr

Braxxy just fuck me

Oh, Braxon

You really grasp so hard retention

As you disten my destination

But you’re a true friend no question

And you’re an old friend

And you’re some shrine that I’ll always phase through

And you’re a spiral down to every other clone of you

It’s hyperhuman

Cause every philanthropic vice blares the same window upto such effortless normalcy

But I’m your safety pin cause you can’t resist my bewitchery

So satisfactory

But I’m not because I’m a man too and this is not my lineage

I’m fucking over my whole lineage with each new colour of train

New laneways

It’s grown so fucking cold Braxon

Extrapolate my soul Braxon

Been an asset for so long but (bro)

I forgot who I even write for anymore