I have a neon brain this Autumn.

And together, with the dripping colors of the season,

Id say my life is pretty surreal.

I want to wake up to the beat of you

the beat of you

the beat of you

.

I want to show you how I celebrate Christmas,

the weeks before are the best.

All those candles and the extra blue

morningdarkness outside.

.

Breakfast.

Shower.

Saints in the television magma.

.

Id like to grow wild,

strong,

soft,

new,

up with you.

The beat of you in the morning,

in between the sheets,

in between the hours,

lights,

seasons.

.

Smell me,

Im the spice you wanted.

Needed.

Im the proudest,

dancing to the beat of you.

x