disco cunts

there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and i'm stealing glances i'm looking for the patterns in static: they start to make sense the longer i'm at it (ivory lines lead) your heart is a river that flows from your chest through every organ and your brain is the dam and i am the fish who can't reach the core (ivory lines lead) oh, instincts are misleading you shouldn't think what you're feeling they don't tell you what you know you should want i am in love.