Growing by Nost
Growing by Nost

Growing

Nost * Track #11 On Walls

Growing Lyrics

How does one grow fingers

How does one open their hands when under three feet of undisclosable fully jeaned thighs - Friday night, studded, in another near-lover's downtown condo

How does one link arms on a downhill dusk-dusted walk talking endlessly bout reservation, ironically letting the moment end in non-disclosure

My specialty, I’d wager, is gauging her for aging spurs that turn her quick to hands I guess move sweeter than mine

How do my shoulders look so much like flame to moths while hot with discomfort and so brazenly ashamed of me

How does this throat hold every fundamental but fall faintly apart when like a drunken rose dips the ends of it's stalk to a bottle of vodka, drop each thing that made it open in the first place

How do I face me facing you? Or, rather, refusing to

The rest is restless and directionless. Lower hemispheres find time to peer through eyes they'll never know. A mess of me addressing less than honorary things

Tie twine and string to Picasso feet. I make a joke of entropy

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