I will lean into you you can be the wind. I will open my mouth and you can come rushing in. You can rush in so hard and make it so I can't breathe. You know I breathe too much anyway I can do that anyday.
You can't hide. Behind social graces. So don't try. To be all touchy feely. 'cause you lie. In my face of all places. But I got no. Problem with that really.
I want somebody who sees the pointlessness. And still keeps their purpose in mind. I want somebody who has a tortured soul. Some of the time. I want somebody who will either put out for me.
my lipstick. jumped ship. to a styrofoam cup. with the coffee gone. the conversation strong. all i got left to give. baby, is up. but sentiments like shadows grow.
Back back back in the back of your mind. Are you learning an angry language. Tell me boy boy boy are you tending to your joy. Or are you just letting it vanquish.
I said venice. You heard vegas. Now I say either way. Baby let's go. I get so shaky. . And I just can't shake it. I bliss like this. I'm one of those.
Sitting in the boardroom. The I'm-so-bored room. Listening to the suits. Talk about their world. They can make straight lines. Out of almost anything.
You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it. And I'll never learn to laugh at it. In my good natured way. In fact I'm laughing less in general.
i'm not hurting anyone. i'm just telling my truth. and if there. if there is something wrong. then maybe. there's something wrong with you. what's the big deal.
I am walking. Out in the rain. And I am listening to the low moan. Of the dial tone again. And I am getting. Nowhere with you. And I can't let it go. And I can't get through.
They caught the last poor man on a poor man's vacation. The cuffed him and they confiscated his stuff. They dragged his black ass down to the station.
Second intermission, anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. . You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.
You gotta have the right tools. For every job. So I invite myself in. Through a hole in the fence. I am tripping through the junkyard. Scanning over the piles.
When the joy had left your body. And you were locked in to your own thoughts. You used to love to sit by the water. And watch it lapping on the rocks.
I will not lie down. On the wrongful groundwork laid. While it's still a radical sound. Just to call a spade a spade. . Dear friends, women and men. Please check my math once more.
Tonight you stoop to my level.. I'm your mangy little whore.. Now you're trying to find your underwear,. And your socks,. . And then the door.. And you're trying to find a reason.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am 32 flavors and then some. . Squint your eyes and look closer.
I didn't take a drink today,. I didn't smoke nothing today. I didn't get in a car today,. I rode my bike on the freeway. I'm not your savior today,. I'm not your lover today.