There's a gentle artifice to loving. That to it all we gently bring. You know I learned how to kiss you. Watching old movies starring James Dean. . And the candles we light.
It's like I keep you from myself. Like I keep you from everyone else. Everyone needs their mystery. Something hidden, something free. . You're pure light, pure delight, pure delight.
Falling like leaves from porcelain trees. We break. Shattered by the weight of the fall. . Love is Scarlett down the stairs. Pushed or fallen, fallen or shoved.
Pain makes you beautiful. I give you what you want, the pain and the pleasure. I'm, I'm no good for you. But then you're no good for yourself. . I bring you pain.
There were fireflies. Keeping the moon company. I was listening to Ricky Lee. Some song about sad young men. . A chainsaw buzzed when I died. I cried seven minutes for you.
There's no sense in coming to your senses. Our best ideals walk on barbed-wire fences. All blood runs thin when reality dispenses. Tall tales unfold and peasant becomes princess.
Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill. And speaks to no one. Joy is the money that he buries in the yard. And forgets where it is. . He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging.
Gazing out the window of some big girder bird. Down on mother nature's face, torn-up, twisted, absurd. I wondered what the chances were that you. Were down there looking up at me.
Hearts cannot be broken, they're small squishy things. They don't break like glass but they bruise easily. This one you bruise. . Words will not be spoken never knowing what they mean.
Parceled out like oxygen. Everywhere but very thin. Sampling for sampling's sake. You're an obvious mistake. . I love you anyway. You're an intense beige but that's okay.
Love receive this Romeo. Novice see, novice do. Novice shake and need someone. And hope some sweet survive. . Radiance reveal itself. Have someone say him beautiful.