ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴊɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ

They all are strange,
But it's not weird,
Cause my life is weirdest of all.
Always been the strangest place that I fall.
My men are kids with their heads kick six feet on the scale,
They want to make my braid and I wanna bleed through my nails.
All my men talk to their hands while I only watch echoing the walls.
I talk to God, I'm a young girl can you cut me a bit fortune?
Shaping my life a 'Jim Morrison'.

All the girls are tuning with their flashy vynil,
I sit upon the same couch, see my men mad blaming their mirrors-vile.
All the others are happy that I've been missing for thousands of eternity,
Like longing knows no dignity,
Like we want life to clad us infinity.
Rests all are happy that I feel I'll never be,
Like sun don't blink and love can't see.
Like I can't be goddamn Morrison and The Door be floating forever locked but free.

I was walking down the streets of L.A to Ohio,
I burnt my life for grace and death rolled up long ago.
There in time between a homeless and his queen,
I saw you the world-pulling chaos old money icon.
You were the trouble, pouring over the city like all four seasons,
I was feeling legendary, broke my keys against reasons.
You didn't know my disorder too was hereditary,
Revolt lights up fire where life hangs secondary.
Got my cake, now get me a piece of heaven,
Between my knees toss Jim Morrison.

Twenty-7, Drug obsession,
Rolling stone, sardonic__
Love song in pace, bathtub in Paris,
Act now, eccentric.
Jumping off the cliff,
Every wasted soul's 'What if'.
He's got poetries in shamanic fire and he talks like that,
He's got that monstrous Buckley kite shimmering in his bones and he walks with that.
I saw you only living like the one,
That there was no way for me but to dawn on,
I won____
Cause you're my Jim Morrison,
And let me be your door of unknown.
Door of Unknown.

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