Pleasant Experience

Under ugly moons

Pleasant as it was

I don't assume

I was there at all

The nights so full of flaws

You could be making it up

The seconds that I lost

Gone are all faces

Threaded into the dark

You could be right about

You could be right about me

Walking east of the world

I heard laughing

Imagined that it was all

Hideous but true

The wild things we do

It could be nothing of mine

Just someone that I knew

Gone are all places

Threaded into the dark

You could be right about

You could be right about me