The ferris wheel goes around and around.
If it never stops, we don’t ever have to come down.
The ferris wheel goes around and around.
You’re the most interesting thing about this old town.
The ferris wheel goes around and around.
We’re locked in, no standing allowed.
–S.
Blue denim baby,
cherry slushy crazy,
starry-eyed hazy,
picking daisies,
a little confused, a little dazey.
keep kissing me, lazy.
–S.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, trying to get over you.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache Avenue.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache’s new fool.
–S.
Everything’s bigger in Texas,
that’s what they say.
Even though we were reckless,
I still think about you today.
You never answered my message,
I threw away your necklace,
everything’s still bigger in Texas,
like getting over you.
–S.
If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,
know that I still think about you, I do.
If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,
know that I still dream about you, I do.
If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,
know that I’m still on you, like tattoos.
still like sky and ocean, blue on blue.
–S.
You’re a clever little thing.
Tricked me, made me sin.
You’re a clever little thing,
broke me, but I’m taking it on the chin.
You’re a clever little thing,
standing still, but it feels like all we do is spin.
–S.
We’re just killing time, you and I.
Criminals, do or die.
We’re just passing through, but you’re my entire sky.
I’ll let you rob me, as long as you keep me this high.
I’ll let you burn me, and I’ll never testify.
You cut me, and I’m so happy, I don’t even cry.
–S.
They say the stars are big and bright in the state of Texas,
but so are your eyes,
and that’s what’s got my entire attention.
They say the stars are big and bright in the state of Texas,
but so’s your smile,
and I can tell I’ll be hooked on you for a while.
–S.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
writing poems about my exes.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
so lonely, and that’s the consensus.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
struggling to fill up all of the seconds.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
with no answers, to all of life’s questions.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
looking for forgiveness, starting with my confessions.
–S.
I’m a wreck.
Don’t make me beg.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It makes me sick,
that your hands aren’t the ones on my neck.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It’s no accident,
Won’t you just check,
on me?
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 