illusory girl

I've always been attracted to the elusive, the esoteric

But lately I've realized I'm not quite punk

Nothing is more elusive than you

Nothing is more illusive than you

You're a magic mirror, you're perfect playback

You're an illusory thing

You're a wanted thing

You're a fragmentary thing

Just to get a piece of you

I want to grip a shard of you until you're covered in blood

I dream of an illusory thing, of pastel colors and an impossible blue sky

Nothing is more impossible than you

Nothing is more impassible than you


But I'm saccharine and I'm kitsch

I'm not so special

I'm a fascimile

I'm an echo of history I never lived

I'm not punk, and I'm telling everyone

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