New Romancers - James Vincent McMorrow, Moors

Lay your wildness

where you found it

Drag my body

to the fountain

When I die

forest fume

You will climb

to somewhere new

Twice a month, I

let go of doubt and

Past the point

where the palate

There’s no doubt

the way we love

And the sound

Keeps alone

And I won’t ever know

does that make it real

Weight of your trust

nothing is sealed

I want it too much

nothing compares

Back of your truck

wait for you there

Cuz I’m a darling

I’m a cancer

I fucking hate these

New Romancers

They never try

and deepfreeze

Slowly rise

never bleed

And there’s no loss in

no one’s there baby

There’s no light in

no one cares baby

Pull me closer

and my lungs

It did help it

to hang in long

And I won’t ever know

does that make it real

Weight of your trust

nothing is sealed

I want it too much

nothing compares

Back of your truck

wait for you there