(atomic number 10) — v6️⃣mini (Extend) 🍩 [?]

(atomic number 10) — v6️⃣mini (Remix) 🍩 [?] My Baby Yoda mug’s got a split like my winter lips Glaze quit holding back in nine A-B-Y Caf leaking through "The Force" in a line And eye still drink from the dark side Skywalker doing their little vanishing trick Like we're late for the pod race bid Poodoo mornings come in sideways and thin But lands like: “A good blaster at your side, kid.” We don’t fix what keeps working Even when it’s still working; wabi-sabi Come sit in the sag of your prom dress Where the bodice know our shape by name Nothing here trying to impress Just staying where it fell and came It ain’t polished And it ain’t new But the space between the neckline comes through (atomic number 10) — v6️⃣mini (Remix) 🍩 [?] Sock puppet with a mouth at the heel again Left boot's soul singing under your spin You miss the beat and they catch my eye Like that was the vibe code chagrin Thumbprint code living on your phone Didn’t wash it off, didn’t need to Light hits dust like it’s a holy drone Blessing what we didn’t do Every stain’s just proof Something stayed long enough; wabi-sabi Come whisper in the neon lamplight Where the argon hums in three-dee red and blue Where every xenon scar in the furniture Mercury toxicity it don’t out; grow They ain’t glowing We ain’t grand With atomic number ten in our hands. (atomic number 10) — v6️⃣mini (Remix) 🍩 [?] Crazy glue line showing on the picture frame Didn’t hide it, let it dry that way Y'all run your nail along the ridge Like reading braille news from Tuesday; wabi-sabi World says “new” like it means “alive” But we know better than that Some things only learn to hold After they’ve been phuckin' cracked I love the flaw the light trips on The part the shine forgets; wabi-sabi Hold me like the color in your howling wolf t-shirt Washing out but hanging on Like the note that Sue Know almost hits Then carries slightly wrong If everything’s already leaving No need to pretend to be You can fall apart right here Netflix and chillin' in here with me One day this room’ll lose our names The new Wayfair won’t know our weight But tonight the oxygen fits in our lungs Like Dominos showed up late Nothing fixed Nothing framed Just two warm things Staying the same; wabi-sabi (atomic number 10) — v6️⃣mini (Remix) 🍩 [?]