Tessellated Escher

Remember the tenants of emotion are married to devotion, but are they happy? I want to make it under pressure: tessellated Escher's faces You're a starry eyed incision; careful in division, aren't you? Want to be cared for and astounded, chemicals confounded, eh? So leave me here just like you found me, tentacles surround me; are they yours, bae? Flickering chorus under moonlight with rapid heartbeat insight, please tell me, do ya? Warped in horizontal action, radical reaction to your fiction As I fade into you slowly, Mazzy must just know me, bae I've got those kind of blues that don't dissolve at the bottom of booze Or diffuse by abusing the snooze button on the fuse of a flickering salty bruise Or confusing the vendors of my liquor cabinet with the shoes On which I puke up the power to choose exactly which I way I lose Lord, it's so confusing, babe, so confusing I've got those kind of chills that you can't stifle by stuffing pills Or acquainting myself among the thrills involving crimson And the indigo, and the vanilla frills Or refusing surrender of my crown of thorns until I feel I've killed the will to drill a pair of lungs into my gills Lord, it's confusing, babe, so confusing So just wrap your baby arms around me; don't be scared to drown me, baby Takin' care with your secession, dressed in fake depression, I'm comin' right over Love's a blonde, festered infection; satirical connection, in this moment My hands are shackled with your leather, fantastically heathered, bae Love is so confusing