know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped
In the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and I'm sweet nothings Come hell, I'm your lover, your man, your friend, your fair weather It's a world
Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't
How long will you wait for me to come around? And wouldn't it be great if everything worked out? I wouldn't come home late after hiding out. I'd tell
there's a sign up ahead says no signs for a while and a line in my mind from a song we both like it sounds like me and you and all we're going through
now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks crashing the car just to make a
Hello, old friend. It's been a while. How you been? All things must end, but did you know what that meant? The birds fly south. The summer sets. The lights
what will you do to turn this around so many behind you so many before you ticket in one hand gun in the other what will you do which hand will you use
Morning new disease, charcoal in bed Bone soaked anemic listen in horror To the scraping of flatware and china And saran wrap to stifle libido Air shaft
sickly surrender to cola remember machines shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams go to the room with the chair and wait for your life scared
kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard you kept your chin up and i held my guard made a prison bed from a life i never led let me correct these
I'm a long list with no time, sunset panic on the street. Sugar and light bulbs, the milk of kindness is behind us now with all those stones in your coat
do you know what would be good right here? some yellow a touch of humility, an original sin or two half the math double the myth they told you to no aftertaste
words in my head atom splitting up the twins rocks inside my head again keeps me from your bed sends me errand boy at swim to drag my lake for scars
Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs. Mess of pills, Hollywood hills, the red lights. Read me my rights. Going in a circle, getting
there's glass in this rug tiny splinters pass all just missiles to bloodstream the lead in water collects in liver all just signals inside me pass me
starry configurations am just a receiver divine recombinations am just a recordist receptionist - unhappy medium receptionist - unhappy medium excellent
Caught making conversation to your teeth. Kite high in Tuesday ether. Been gone all week. People live for such a long time. Eighty years to get one right