My life is drowned in auto tune
Sleep at 3:00 then wake up at noon
It's in a simplistic melodic tune
This stuff all started up in June
Frankly, it's not something that I am used to
All my peers leave way before I do, too
Few friendships that haven't diffused: two
It's like something that Guetta produced
Please save me
It's been over a year and I'm still intoxicated by your ambrosia
No, it wasn't ambrosia you gave me
It was alkahest you drowned me in
Total nudity
Completely raw
Purity herself envies how you left me
Shakespeare is low art
WeTV is MoMA worthy
My stomach's a garden of metamorphosis and you're at fault
All it takes is the recollection
Of recollections of recollections
Of recollections of recollections of moments
That's total sum rounds to zero
And yet an innumerable amount of moments later
Cocoons are still formed and abandoned between the walls of my stomach
And all it takes is for you to look at the lens that speaks to your phone
Who forwards to the platform what it relays to mine
And then shows my retina who says to my brain
What it tells those caterpillars down there
I don't know that it's love
But it's strong and real
And what else could love be?
This might seem extremely pretentious, but so be it
That's how I feel
You'll probably only learn this is how I feel about you if
I learn this is how you feel about me
Which you don't so
Here's to the prettiest ninja turtle