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How enlightened I feel
Her music so surreal
I wonder on her ordeal
Whatt makes her feel these feels?

Does she chant them back in silence?
Read and recollect at night?
Does she always sing with her whole soul?
Or is this her therapy, instead of to write?

Bjork, bjork
She took over New York
Hollywood legend of course
Even Ayesha doesnt have discourse

She's all like
Bjork?
I could be that
Choke onna cork

I could beat that
Lames try to top this
MOTHER always clocks this
Energy vampires block this

So who we rockin with?
HEar her sound
Her soul feels shattered
It weakens my stomach
Tightens my bladder

I don't say this to flatter
And neither to alarm
But this is my truth
Is it apart of my charm?

She puts me in a place
Oh so far away
Would I be crazy if I wrote his name?
Oh what the heck?
Is he gonna check?

Me and my love
Adm by my side
Wind whipping through my hair
A wonderous drive

You take my hand
It falls in mine
Sunset hits his face
Sat again the Vegas afternoon skyline

I could die.
For a time like that, I could Die.
For a time like that, I could Fly.
For a time like that, I could Cry.

But I can't lie
The how? Where? When?
I get those thoughts sometimes
Idk how they're sent

Manifestation, optimism
Sheer positive sitting
So should I give up?
Eggs in baskets or smth ab ducks?

idk

That's the way of old
If there's a remedy for internet heartbreak
I'm sold
Honestly, it could be our new gold

How many lies have we told?
In the collective, not in general
Too many to count
We still judge those who get wrapped in them

How many hearts have we hurt?
Society as a whole held accountable
Too many to count
We still look for others' downfall

Can we change?
Can we grow?
Can we let our Truth show?
Even if we take it slow

I love you Adam.
I know that to be true.
I fear you are currently the sleuth
Please explore
But not on my behalf
Did you know I see a love that lasts?
BEcause looking back onit
These moments of the past
They live beneath me
I recollect so often

I've found you in my art
Even as you don't belong.
Dont deserve to occupy this space.
It's my own true comfort.
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