in order to say thank you to you. i must do it intentionally. but tonight with every breath. i can feel my death. as sure as i can feel my knees. . you are my modulation.
I know so many white people. I mean, where do I start?. The trouble with white people. Is you can't tell them apart. . I'm so bad with names. And dates and times.
They told you your music could reach millions. The choice was up to you. You told me they always pay for lunch. And they believe in what I do. And I wonder if you'll miss your old friends.
I hate you sometimes. But I love to be your queen. You are my muse. Got me smoking nicotine. . I watch you sometimes. From oh so far away. But I can't forget you.
I am not a pretty girl,. That is not what I do.. I ain't no damsel in distress,. And I don't need to be rescued.. . So, so put me down punk.. Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?.
In a forest of stone. Underneath the corporate canopy. Where the sun. Rarely. Filters. Down. The ground. Is not so soft. Not so soft. . They build buildings to house people.
Your body foreshortened below your shoulders. Your face so close, it's out of focus. Way down the hallway comes the sound of your shoes. That is what I, what I think about when I think about you.
if you ask me. i'll say. yes please. to you today. so don't ask me. 'cause i'm weak that way. just don't ask me. o.k.. . i'm so glad we got that. straightened away.
Your body foreshortened below your shoulders. Your face so close, it's out of focus. Way down the hallway comes the sound of your shoes. That is what I, what I think about when I think about you.
i'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive. and locates a time and a place. like a dinner table where a whole family. is just sitting down to say grace.
There's really no hope for me. And that three second rule. Somethin' gets dropped. And still I'm the slowest damn fool. Slow to realize what's really going on.
Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere,. Summon up the courage to put down your landing gear. And come out here,. Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear.
Don't ask me why I'm crying. I'm not going to tell you what's wrong. I'm just gonna sit on your lap. For five dollars a song. I want you to pay me for my beauty.
I am letting the telephone ring. 'Cause I don't want to know why. I don't want to hear you explain. I don't want to hear you cry. . I have written so much about you.
Every time I open my mouth. I take off my clothes. I'm raw and frostbitten from. Being exposed. I got red scabby hands. And purple scabby feet. And you can smell me coming from.
i wish i didn't have this nervous laugh. i wish i didn't say half the stuff i say. i wish i could just learn to cover my tracks. i guess i'm not concerned about getting away.
In a coffee shop in a city. Which is every coffee shop in every city. On a day which is every day. I picked up a magazine. Which is every magazine. . Read a story, and then forgot it right away.
I am looking for the holes. The holes in your jeans. Because I want to know. Are they worn out in the seat. Or are they worn out in the knees. . There are so many ways to wear.
you always got those dark sunglasses. covering half your face. but if you promise to take them off. i promise i won't squander your gaze. i will be picturesque.
I opened a bank account when I was nine years old. I closed it when I was eighteen. I gave them every penny that I'd saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number.