Frank Ocean, Frank O'Hara

Frank Ocean, Frank O'Hara

A double sided mirror

I get high then introspective

Leaves on the ground

Japanese movies

Everything is poetic when I am pathetic it's true

They loved deep but l'm weak

Don't speak unless you're

Frank Ocean, Frank O'Hara

I stare at the plaster, plain and bare

Ringing eulogies for what ceased to be

"the only thing left to do is continue," look to my heroes like a northern star, a flickering lamp light on 16th avenue, crawling back to pieces of me before you