#riley strider

[robynsaint]

roadkill

“write a song about me” you tell me under covers so full of your own ego gross so now there’s no more us don’t think there ever was but ever since you left i’ve been blessed with inspiration

you want my finest poetry? a metaphor? a simile? well, how about this?

passin’ by you nowadays is like lookin’ at some roadkill the kind that gets run over repeatedly by its own bad decisions but at least they get one life and live it and you, mr. thousand lives let all yours go to waste looks like you’ll just grow more unappealing as the time goes by just like roadkill just like roadkill just like roadkill

pretty good, huh? was it just like you wanted? something so honest you could cry about your greatness? see, that’s an exaggeration you’ve created an illusion for you easier to handle than the truth want to be my muse? want to tell your friends about me? and how i wrote a song for you? i think it’s important that they know that

passin’ by you nowadays is like lookin’ at some roadkill the kind that gets run over repeatedly by its own bad decisions but at least they get one life and live it and you, mr. thousand lives let all yours go to waste looks like you’ll just grow more unappealing as the time goes by just like roadkill just like roadkill just like roadkill

i’d equate you to a raccoon but that’s too good for you thought about a possum but at least an opossum’s cute and doesn’t make me wanna puke maybe an armadillo but its shell is way tougher than yours

passin’ by you nowadays is like lookin’ at some roadkill the kind that gets run over repeatedly by its own bad decisions but at least they get one life and live it and you, mr. thousand lives let all yours go to waste looks like you’ll just grow more unappealing as the time goes by just like roadkill just like roadkill just like roadkill

that makes you roadkill forgotten in the rear view mirror that makes you roadkill forgotten in the rear view mirror

send my thanks to the street cleaner

[robynsaint]

audrey hepburn

you’re my blue eyed audrey hepburn baby some kind of classic novelty and i’ve never been much into vintage but you pull it off so easily i’d tag along on any roman holiday with you if it’s in italy or our hotel room

take me out of chrome and straight to living color won’t let the static take us and the only ribbon that will ever come undone is the one in your hair when we kiss so make a comeback baby save all your love for me cuz i’m not chasing pussy in the rain i just want all of you

i could slide my fingers through that audrey hepburn hair you tell me we’re having breakfast at tiffany’s and i don’t know who the fuck tiffany is but maybe she’s some fun i guess we can come over but fuck that modern love i’d rather be with you forever

take me out of chrome and straight to living color won’t let the static take us and the only ribbon that will ever come undone is the one in your hair when we kiss so make a comeback baby never forget about me cuz i’m not going crazy or insane i just want to be yours

my fair lady we don’t have to wait until dark for you to understand what’s on my mind but know that if i had a choice between you and audrey no hesitation i’ll pick you every time

audrey hepburn baby be my audrey hepburn baby

[robynsaint]

my sheets felt like you

i built a cocoon for myself out of blankets hoping i’d become a butterfly and soon i realized it was you that made me feel like i could metamorphosize with your arms around me

but this place i’m in is forgery it lies to me and for a second i believed it when i wrapped myself in lavender scents and egyptian cotton so tight i couldn’t breathe

this is my new beginning i am born again many times i’ve woken up believing you’re around me tangled legs and hot breath against my neck but my sense of touch deceives me but this 800 thread count could be you so i pretend to sleep a little longer to stay with you in bed

my fingers slide and feel so deeply across what could have been your skin but i am touching heaven and it gives me an illusion that you’re against me and reality to fantasy and on its way returning back to me

but this place i’m in is paper thin it lies to me and for a second i believed it when i wrapped myself in paper cuts and nightmares that stole me from my sleep

this is my new beginning i am born again many times i’ve woken up believing you’re around me tangled legs and hot breath against my neck but my sense of touch deceives me but this 800 thread count could be you so i pretend to sleep a little longer to stay with you in bed

but this place i’m in is nonexistent fuels my inability to discern what i’m feeling from what i’m saying from what i’m tasting but there’s no way to save me baby i’m my own deity i’m a goddess i’ll do it my way and you should worship me you should have fought for me you should have let me be

this is my new beginning i am born again many times i’ve woken up believing you’re around me tangled legs and hot breath against my neck but my sense of touch deceives me but this 800 thread count could be you so i pretend to sleep a little longer to stay with you in bed i’ll pretend you always loved me i’ll pretend it didn’t end

[robynsaint]

sins

under the cut for heavy content

my sins are counted andthey are made of woodcarefully crafted pillaryreserved for the no goodi’m waiting for the guillotine

i wear my sins as a necklacependant weighed of stonereminding me when i hit the wateri’ll fucking drown alone

my sins are plenty andthey follow where i gofingerprints and footprintsit’s unmistakable

i wear my sins like shoesmade of cinder blocksaccompanied bysounds of ticking clockswith hands of those i left behind

[robynsaint]

OUR BOYS

life becomes a weightboth in looking yourself in the mirrorand staring at its facefor the very first timeand knowing it depends on youand knowing it trusts youand knowing it wants youmore than anything

if i could write our boys a letteri’d tell them everything i knowand i’d ask about heaventell me is it real?tell me is it just for show?i’d say your brother loved youeven when you had to gobut you, my dear, were love itselfi just couldn’t watch you grow

eyes like diamondsfragile bodiesmost innocent of soulsprecious fightsno room for angermoments come and moments godays i could feel the love for themnights they didn’t feel like mineand still they would remind usthey were ours all this time

they were our reflectionmerciful caricaturesof what we were and what we could bewithout all of our scarswe could be strong for themwe could be brave for themwe could be forever loving them

if i could write our boys a lettertell them everything i knowi’d say don’t ever think you’re differentthere’s nothing wrong with youi’d say your brother loved youand you loved him toobut you, my darling, are still wantedsince the second i left your room

eyes like diamondsfragile bodiesmost innocent of soulsprecious fightsno room for angermoments come and moments godays i could feel the love for themnights they didn’t feel like mineand still they would remind usthey were ours all this time

we were the beaconguiding them homedidn’t think i was bright enoughwhen your light always shoneso much farther than mine didbut did we reap what we had sown?in the enddid we deserve itall along?i don’t think so

your eyes firemy eyes waterwhen we remember

the most innocent of soulsprecious fightsno room for angermoments come and moments godays i could feel the love for themnights they didn’t feel like mineand still the memories remind methey were ours all that timebut now he’s yours and yours alone

[robynsaint]

WITH ME

she’s with meyou saywithout hesitanceat the door of your friend’s apartmentlike itneeded to be saidin the first placebut it didn’tno one askedbut you said itanyway

stay with mei know i’m trouble butpleasedon’t go

i don’t know what i did to deserve youdon’t know where i redeemed myself along the wayto have you by my side and last throughlong nights until they turned into dayso many places you could beand you chose to stay with me

she’s with meyou saywhen you find mepassed outin the hallway ofa hoteli don’t rememberever coming toand there’s a ladyhovering above me buti’dmuch ratherbewith you

stay with mei know i lost tracki know i went back butpleasedon’t go

i don’t know what i did to deserve youdon’t know where i redeemed myself along the wayto have you by my side and last throughlong nights until they turned to dayso many places you could beand you chose to stay with me

you held my handwhen i couldn’tstop shaking andyou sat in the bathroomand i remember yousaying we could try againlike you were justas mucha part of thisas i wasand i hope you’lllet me bewith youwith youwith you

i don’t know what i did to deserve you(i’m with you)don’t know where i redeemed myself along the way(baby i’m with you)to have you by my side and last through(i’m with you, i’m with you)long nights until they turned to day(baby)so many places you could be(you’re with me)and you chose to stay with me

[robynsaint]

WEIRD PUPPET GUY

played some shows around the time a weird puppet guy did every friday night in a tiny venue in the citywhere nearly everybody in the room was fuckin’ wastedhad to be when all his lines were barely even witty

so i blew off weird puppet guywhen he tried to talk to megave him an answer told him whyhe was a weird ass puppet guy(no reallythe word ass is crucial here)

and so the venue double booked ussay what you want about mother naturebut fate’s the bitch you just can’t trustin minutes we’re a double feature

so i merged acts with weird puppet guycuz i guess people liked us togetherfor some reason or it was a lieour managers told uscuz they were secretly makin’ eyes at each other(called it)

and so we kept playin showsme with my guitar and you with your weird puppet thingand somehow i got to knowyou and called you by your first name

so i married weird puppet guyi’ll leave the puppet part off my resumei move them and i hidethem until i imagine them awayso i guess i love weird puppet guyand i guess i’ll have his kidsbut i’ll return ‘em if they end up ventriloquists

[robynsaint]

chinese food thanksgivings

beneath my feet thefloors creak and the doorknob’s aboutto become a tripping hazard but who needs it anyway there are no secrets hereand the fire alarm screams and they cry cry crywhile we laugh laugh laughthe ashes away

when there’s smoke we open doorsto cartoned opportunity fuck the list of things we ought to do tradition over spontaneity where holidays are made proudly anew

inside our hands the cookies crack and we pervert the fortuneshand delivered to our door but who needs them anywaywe have all we need right hereand we can always see the future in their eyes eyes eyes in kisses goodnight night night

when there’s smoke we open doorsto cartoned opportunity fuck the list of things we ought to do tradition over spontaneity where holidays are made proudly anew

now i know it was a fantasysmothered beneath dark cloudscan’t hope away the smolder as we are bodies buried undergroundand still alive are the remains of tiny slips of paper that could have never predicted this

when there’s smoke we close the doorsfeel the wood hot to the touch and we’ve learned to crawl the floorsfor scraps to survive but not muchbut at least we’re getting byi hope you’re getting by i’m barely getting by