Principle

ohhh
ohhh
a basic principle of thought
you're no Romeo,
just an empty vad of color
she gave you time to wasting
"clearly clever, condidant"
you shoulda ran when you had the chance.

though you live in between tunes,
clashing and fastening
while halfway to June.
you're the winter of your intensions
you can't wrap your tongue around her
her honey blood has viable endings
the way you hastfully tie your ropes,
there's no hope for you Benvolio
you're no Romeo.
with the nightfall, go, go, go.
sing a black song,
watch the moon save time
leave a blessing
but go, go,go.

a basic principle of thought
you ought to save your heart,
go on,
ride the train to Fall
and never return...
until she finds her way out
the belly of June