You taste You taste like …irony. But it tastes …good. (Ohhh) Don’t look. (don’t look…) Black tape on the router, like it owes me love. Killed the little signal that keeps telling on me. Black tape on the router. Kill the green blinking. I don’t want to see, what we are thinking, just… drinking. Switch it off. Keep it quiet. Switch it off. Start a riot. I don’t need to see your face to know I’m in the right place. Switch it off. (yeah.) Don’t look. (don’t look…) Floor’s still sticky from the night before. We step around it like it’s folklore. Floor is sticky. Spilled the gin. Don’t clean it up. Rub it in. Your zipper is cold against my neck. This room is a wreck. I am a wreck. Cold zip line along my skin. This room’s a mess. I fit right in. Daylight’s rude, asks too much. Best ideas don’t need a touch. Daytime is ugly. Morning is mean. Best things happen when they aren’t seen. Don’t pull the blind. Don’t open the blind. Don’t change your mind. Pitch black. (I like it.) Pitch black. (don’t look.) Pitch black. (don’t look.) Pi— click
