When you come around, everything else disappears.. My ears disappear.. When you come around, everything else vanishes.. . The crowds slowly fade when you come around..
Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is. Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his. Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift.
Winter isn't much here. Just a flinching scent of gray. Though the grasses all look jaundiced. And the poplar branches flayed. Ooh oh. The poplar branches flayed.
Waking up alone. No song to sing us off the edge. The speakers are blown. This planet is an orphanage. Deep abandonment issues at our core. But if not each other, let's fuck our tool to really keep us lethal.
How will I ever know you enough to love you. if you're hiding who you are?. Don't ask me to explain.. Who are you hiding you from,. across the table with a penny in each eye?.
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost.
You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. . You'll be my cutie pie until the day I die. I hope that's a long time, cause I dont wanna die.
Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget. How you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical. Oh, my coquet, you used my voice as your ugly vehicle.
Your mother hung herself in the National Theater. When she was four months pregnant with your sister. Who would have been thirteen years old today. Does that make you feel any less alone in the world?.
Crowd and knitter of killers. With their wild minded Apache poems. Taxies, Oxycontin holographic. Say it, and then you'll become. Stammer the hearts to the bitchin' faction, yeah.
Cato, play with my head. I won't know the difference. If we're living in the novelist or statistician.. . Cato, mess with my concepts, my inner vision.
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How could I tolerate looking you in the eyes. How you've evolved, no tears at all. It's not fair, it shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't be so composed.
saw her at GO kissing girls what a shock i said you must be an artist. she muttered her reply i was judging her friend as the dj played a dead jam. no one wants to dance they're outside smoking cigarettes.
You only like him cause. he's sexually appealing. but I read his journal. it was very revealing. he fucked your sister. in an elevator junior year. oh yeah oh yeah.
The blade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine. You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and. Send them back to where they came from.
Look at our electric guitars. And, if not for the good people weeping. All we'd hear is sounds of our horses dying. But I'm not 'bout to start crying about it.
So much violence in my head. How are we still alive. The condition is under control. (No it's not, don't you ever stop buying that air). . I love how we're learning from each other.
Everything is falling apart, yes I am. Watching me watch birds watch people.. . I wear my bowtie to bed,. Because I'm waiting for the gorgeous young man.
You say you just want to stand there and dim out. Just going to root there in space. So because there ain't nobody really joked about your inventory. Sub celestial articles from neutral stations.