Weekend by TheBeff Lyrics

Weekend
breathe free in me
like a thousand white feathers floating.
I pass and wander aboard
whose ship
to what land
to how rough or noble the sea;
and will you bear with me
all nights?
As though these vessels could attach.
As though dead books that
float across the surface
ocean of our calls
could rise and split
and poof
a thousand white feathers floating.

Arched crane that vaults
above a living water
chasing voices I might
only hear at launch
of light or blackest
sorrow of you
RATTLE YOUR OWN BONES
against the shoreline
for not living long enough to
love me.
You sick dead book.
You bloated corpse +
countenance of history.
Unblame your sexuality
upon me and wonder:
what came first
of Orpheus or Geryon -
myth of death
or tempt of love.