You've cut your hair now
It's longer in the back
With a face like Pluto,
Dark & hidden behind those bangs

Spiraling galaxies of smoke
In your mouth making bizarre shapes
When it squeezes from between your mostly closed lips

Those tight jeans wrapped around your legs
Like I remember our arms wrapped around eachother
You smelling like Diesel or Gucci or something else good

& Those hands, Oh, those hands
Oh manicured glory of Joshua my ghost
My brother, my darling sweetest child
You've cut your hair now
It's longer than I remember

With eyes like Venus,
High & scary behind those contacts
Blasted with the reflection of the moon on this night
Blasted with the longing look I suppose
Your car will come back soon & I'll be here up North
But I wanna be back, oh please, let me back with you

Digits sur moi, Digits et toi
Je t'aime mon petite amour



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Joshua the Plutoface song meanings
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