p.s. elliot

Tennessee
  • Tennessee
  • P.S. Eliot
  • Introverted Romance In Our Troubled Minds
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P.S. Elliot // Tennessee

We’ve got affection to criticize, monogamy to abhor

a cold heart and an altered state of mind
and baby you’re just what i’m looking for
because we’ll go to sleep when we’re dead
and i’ll quit when i’m 25
but now i’m feeling indestructible 
aimlessly alive


greedy minds think alike
great artists, narcissistic 
it seems like you fucked up down this road before
but you know me, i’m pessimistic
the elusive or the primitive divine
i’ll go wherever it goes
butterfly guts on the windshield
cigarette smoke out the window


i’ve got a mental image of the way you used to look at me
baby, lets push our limits
i’ve got a west coast heart and an east coast mentality 
baby, lets push our limits
i’ve got a racing mind and enough gas to get to tennessee
baby, lets push our limits
i’ve got a west coast heart and an east coast mentality
baby, lets push our limits tonight


Hail Mary
  • Hail Mary
  • P.S. Eliot
  • Introverted Romance In Our Troubled Minds
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P.S. Elliot // Hail Mary

we ride on the aftermath

as a subtle way of looking past, we neglect our instinct
and we live by the light of day
to alleviate my own dismay i detain the process


and everybody sounds their best
its the highbrow stream of consciousness 
in a looming prime
depending on the absence or the distance all the time


love like intuitive alarm
a hail mary or a good luck charm dangled to clasp our interest
and our faith lies in the deprived unknown
you know that no one want to be alone, die young or impure


and everybody sounds their best
its the highbrow stream of consciousness
in a looming prime
depending on the absence or the distance
and its a sad decline
introverted romance in our troubled minds
a trying pine
depending on good fortune or coincidence all the time


  • Tonight
  • P.S. Eliot
  • Introverted Romance In Our Troubled Minds
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P.S. Elliot // Tonight 

i said just go again
maybe i’m too ambiguous, the supreme subject of your distress
and its not so hard to aloof
brain on my sleeve, this abrupt mess that i get into


we go on all the time
maybe its hard today but its still better than the rest
when we’re both so far away
i’m stuck with a depleted brain or a heart repressed
and i wish you were here with me
because i’d hide behind you shamelessly
atleast tonight


i said just stay a while
maybe you appear stoic or more stable than i could admit
florescent margins, we’re born on edge
formally brain dead
we reside behind, forget ahead


you won’t, you won’t, you’ll never say
what you’re thinking about most everyday
and your function masks your sentiment
your laugh conceals your discontent