To and fro from yours to Cecil Street. You wore the same shirt that you wore last week. Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek?. Convince you it's not lust, it's chemistry.
Tonight the neon answers flare, occasionally we stop. And stare past tiny paintings, painted where the clouds were wrong. With killer stares and sideways frowns.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
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