arcady

I live in a plastic house
By an ocean made of wood
I lay in the light from the sun in my room
To breath the dirt every afternoon

We fill our lungs
‘Til it numbs our brains
We seek the joy
‘Til it screams our names

Adore us

She lives in a wooden box
She’s got an ocean on her floor
Her eyes are teared from the flourescent light
She scrapes the dirt right off her walls

She fills her lungs
‘Til it numbs her pain
The tabloidside eyes
Are screaming her name

Adore me