On writing lyrics

I know alot of topics have been about lyrics. When I first read J.R Hayes lyrics it totally changed my approach to writing So I though "why not share"?

-Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive. A love letter to the crescent moon. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her. There is no tommorrow she said. I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind. Postcards from a paradise in flames. She used to be so right. So right about everything. -

J.R Hayes of Virginia Grind band PIG DESTROYER

This is the kind of stuff Fair to Midland would write. Acid-esque