We are the maybelle monarchy


We're three thousand miles mad

we'll rob the night of fireflys

steal the dreams you never had.



Because California never seemed so cold

and our lives never this short

every wave i meet, pities me

my morosity retorts.



now twilight likes its privacy

my lungs would love some air

the worms crawl in the worms crawl out

yet flowers fill my hair



is it blades from razors or grass

that proves my eyes still glow?

the seashells say their sad goodbye.

the monsters wave hello.




the title might change your interpretation: the death of a crush


what do you think?