Two people touching lips. Hands on each other's hips. Nothing else in the world but one another. . The forty-second floor. On a distant shore. I wonder how we strayed so far from this.
Nice car! Where'dya get your ride?. A trophy? Badge of honor? Overcompensation?. Price tags! Advertise yer pride. Since when did what we paid for colored cloth gage our gravity?.
No, you're not the first to fall apart. But always the first one to complain. You better get careful. Or you'll compromise everything you are. . The world is a drought when out of love.
The fact that you think you can. Speak to me the way you do. Bleeds me to believe that you. Have never stepped out of the skin you live within. But when and if this day occurs.
On the tip of my tongue. An offensive is poised and rearing. My intention: A bullet. My body: A trigger finger. . Yeah my pen is a pistola. Let go of your fear, fear yeah.
In my fantasy, I'm a Pantomime. I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean. Words are too messy, and it's way past time. To end in my mouth paint my face white and tried.
My hands are trembling. And my eyes are on fire. And this house is crumbling. And I've been left out all the while. Yeah, yeah. . You make me happy. You magnify my better half.
My hands are trembling. And my eyes are on fire. And this house is crumbling. And I've been left out all the while. Yeah, yeah. . You make me happy. You magnify my better half.
Presently, the future is in the middle of a love triangle,. With calamity and me in the corner starting to feel uncomfortable,. Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?.