Sweet is the mind that carries me.. Under its breath lies tragedy. And when the fruit of passion lingers. On choicely scented fingers. On wings of doubt fly jealousy.
All I can see is what I've fried. And all the world in your black eye.. . I'll run in circles all the time. I'll gather up all that is mine,. Into the room inside my head,.
The more I see, the more I do,. The more I spit, the more I chew,. The more you suck, the more I have to. Swallow baby.. . And when I see the things you do,.