Our Cargo Party: Chloe

Our Cargo Party: Chloe: Sweet talk makes me curl, said enough now Basta, am never just your girl, silken wraps get thrown, into stories of perhaps, your face a ...

Our Cargo Party: Chloe

Our Cargo Party: Chloe: Sweet talk makes me curl, said enough now Basta, am never just your girl, silken wraps get thrown, into stories of perhaps, your face a ...

Our Cargo Party: Chloe

Our Cargo Party: Chloe: Sweet talk makes me curl, said enough now Basta, am never just your girl, silken wraps get thrown, into stories of perhaps, your face a ...

Our Cargo Party: Chloe

Our Cargo Party: Chloe: Sweet talk makes me curl, said enough now Basta, am never just your girl, silken wraps get thrown, into stories of perhaps, your face a ...

Chloe

Sweet talk makes me curl, said enough now Basta, am never just your girl, silken wraps get thrown, into stories of perhaps, your face a cold wonder, plates sometimes hurled, nothing holds you back, work is your only care, life is not a loan, if you think that crass, worry about your own, I am not perturbed, if my time is fast, keep the flag unfurled, I'll dance on brown chairs, make everyone laugh, raise my eyes in prayer, you can stay or burn, put love on the gas, let the flames turn, I am not the past.

Beau

You know what it means, to walk alone, bad thoughts choke dreams, cool but burn with rage, not even trying to atone, makes me turn away, say it's not my scene, a journey not my own, long past where I've been, why so useless to fake, when this mood gets going, one note always too late, ask if I will take heed, at what i've sown, no one makes me plead, forget my chance of fame, drop it like a stone, if it stutters my flame, maybe start a new seam, go beyonf their moans, hard to put a creed, to my begging bowl.

Avery

On a white garden seat, I carry a load, it takes time to repeat, secrets deep as the sea, ravaged by Eau De Cologne, wrap around my feet, when he tricks or treats, my perfume gets soaked, to drink whiskey neat, driven by a swollen need, my prayers take hold, Nana picks at her sleeve, changes daily the sheets, she's no rolling stone, just wants to protect me, blesses my sweet release, isolates me at home, says love is like yeast, I measure my heartbeats, drift into the gloam, tell that bstd how I feel, no use lousy phones.