Trailed by a mess. Of masking tape. Construction paper. And the best of intentions. He tried to patch up every hole as he went. Back and forth and back again.
You win, I quit. I'm certain you let my hands wander your hips. Just to leave me desparate now. . I remember your thread-thin arms. I remember your hands.
This time. I'll be sailing. No more bailing boats for me. I'll be out here on the sea. Just my confidence and me. . And I'll be awful sometimes. Weakened to my knees.
I've got bravery that shorts out on me. I see superstars in common thieves. And I see all you give up. And I try to be as much. . Everything you say it sounds like gospel.
On the outskirts of the wreckage,. Out in the sun under the golden gate,. Annie said she was waiting. For the next one to leave.. . She had a masters degree.
I must be glorious. I must be a sight to see. Oh maybe you could comfort me. And I come to you strangled. In things I'm told are flattering. Maybe you could come and comfort me.