No show. Isn't that how it goes?. No show. He makes. He's making room for me in the city. He makes. He can break me. With one hand to my, head. Go in dark, dear.
Woke in a sweat. What I can't forget, and what I'll never ask to. Tell me that I'm something that you just don't know. Tell me that I'm somewhere you don't want to go.
Hit the ground. The yard. I found something. I could taste your mouth. Shut the door. Now in the sun tanning. . You were so just. Looking across the sky.
Turn on the charm. Call to response now. Sitting on the porch. Looking for a way out. Touched on the deep [?]That's why I'm still here. Why do we think that we know plight?.