I want something. That's purer than the water. Like we were. . It's not there now. Ineloquence and anger. Are all we have. . Like Saturn's rings. An icy loop around me.
Tell me something that I know. Just something that I understand. I need to taste the warming glow. Of your medicating hands. . I know I'm ready for your love.
Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve. I found a hair, the length of yours on my sleeve. I wound it round and round my finger so tight. It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside.
Please don't go crazy, if I tell you the truth. No you don't know what happened. And you never will if. You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall.
For once I want to be the car crash. Not always just the traffic jam. Hit me hard enough to wake me. And lead me wild to your dark roads. . Headlights before me.
I'm trying not to stare. It's too late. The blankets over there. If you like. I'm broken and I'm colder than hell. I should've said I'd not. Come back here.
I'll get tired of the heart attacks. Every time it rings. I'll put myself on the waiting list. And get it all cleared up. . You're the one with the attitude.
The earth is warm, next to my ear. Insects noise is all that I hear. A magic trick makes the world disappear. The skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear.
A little after twelve. The function suite was full. Of people I had never seen before. . Ripped up ticket stubs. Confettied on the floor. It dawned on me I'd seen it all before.
You cool your bed-warm hands down. On the broken radiator. And when you lay them freezing on me. I mumble, "Can you wake me later?". But I don't really want you to stop.
You cool your bed-warm hands down. On the broken radiator. And when you lay them freezing on me. I mumble, "Can you wake me later?". But I don't really want you to stop.
This could be the very minute. I'm aware I'm alive. All these places feel like home. . With a name I'd never chosen. I can make my first steps. As a child of 25.
My wounds are nicely slated dear. I never got to thank you right. I was finished way before I could see. Quite what you had in mind for me. . I'm doing cartwheels.
We'll do it all. Everything. On our own. We don't need. Anything. Or anyone. . If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me. And just forget the world.
(Bator/James). Video games train the kids for war. Army chic in high-fashion. stores. Law and order's done their job. Prisons filled while. the rich still rob. Assassination politics. Violence rules.
We'll do it all. Everything. On our own. . We don't need. Anything. Or anyone. . If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lay with me and just forget the world?.
Uh. I'm running, running through the jungle. Running like a slave through the underground tunnel. Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches. Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches.
With love and hate so many lies and so much pain. a lonesome cry death has won the game. I want to see your eyes watching me. I want to feel your hands touching me.
What on earth are you doing here, in the western world?. Another situation yeah you're a different girl. You have lived your life dreaming you were someone else.
I find the map and draw a straight line. Over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from 'here' to where you'd be. It's only finger-lengths that I see.