real movies (iteration 2)

 The three of us sat around the bathroom, with your dirty smoking apparatus passed around
"You two look like an indie movie."

I held you in my arms and pretended to be living a Gregg Araki film

No embellishments
Nothing fake, just you, me and the camera
Like I'm a believer in Dogme95
Just turn off the lights and let the digital camera noise fill the screen

The camera zoomed on our faces, capturing every little bit of melancholy on our faces
And in our minds, the most spectacular colors and thoughts
Never to be caught on tape
Your arm bled, your arm bled all the way down your pretty pink dress
And I pulled a thing of cotton cloth from under my skirt
To put pressure on your bleeding arm, your arm bleeding all the way down your pretty pink dress
We had enough needles around to recreate the room in Saw II

We held each other whilst all the worlds in the universe converged in our minds
The camera doesn't see it
But I see it all in your eyes

Sparks flying, stars burning up and collapsing, the birth of new galaxies

Picturesque, discotheque
The lights slowly blinked in a different color each time
And each drum beat of the Japanese shoegaze I played sounded like ocean waves crashing in

It couldn't decide whether to cut to black or fade out
So it just all stopped on a still frame of your face
The camera doesn't see it
But I see it all in your eyes

real movies (iteration 1) was never completed and reworked into this cut