12:12

November 13th, 2019
Turn my ribs
Into food for the sheep
Wolves in borrowed clothes
Their plates full of my bones
I take shame in feeling broken by the bliss
I take shame in asking you for more than you can give

After midnight all the drinks taste like bitter wine
They are all so gross, but their savor's kind
Green-lit desires crash so quick and easy
Come back again, come back with meaning

I saw you two were dancing
Without a sense of self
You reached out one inch too close
Like you didn't do anybody else

You mentioned it later on
Briefly dropped a name, built my grave
Buried with jewels, head looking south
Turns out worth wasn't in the wait

I'll be talking about my problems
After midnight, twelve twelve
With spirits who don't listen
Who are as real as what we were
I'll be talking about my problems
After midnight, twelve twelve
With spirits who don't listen
Who are as real as what we were

The road doesn't let me forget you
I can't remember to be over who you were
It's hard to fly when your wings are bruised
I don't think it's something that you care

Dancing with wet clothes
I didn't cover from the storm
Green-lit desires but closed doors
No rope can save me from this hole

I'll be talking about my problems
After midnight, twelve twelve
With spirits who don't listen
Who are as real as what we were
I'll be talking about my problems
After midnight, twelve twelve
With spirits who don't listen
Who are as real as what we were

Divide my heart, uncut gems in the fire
Desperate cries so soundless and vile
Who would've thought that it would make me feel worse
To be loved for a moment than ignored as a curse

I'll be talking about my problems
After midnight, twelve twelve
With spirits who don't listen
Who are as real as what we were
And as real as what we could be
I believe in spirits, wishful tragedies
Ginger eyes, ginger shirts with short sleeves
Left my number as the receipt
After midnight, not much matters to me

One gentle theft of one gentle heart
Without consideration of time or dependence
The roundabouts of a restless mind
With a jealous riddle and a slanted vengeance



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Muñoz Solórzano
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