While I'm away. You can let the mouse go down on you. Let the mouse do what I'd do. If I was there. But you'd better explain. That I have vendetta in my narrow bones.
We are bored, we are married, we are young. On the edge of the city, the edge of Ambrosia. Rolls upon, rolls upon, rolls upon the tongue. . A certain party, a certain cul-de-sac.
You don't know. I sing these songs. About you. You don't know the the Pseudonyms. I assume. . You don't know the the Pseudonyms. I assume. For you.. Are you happy now?.
I wrote your name upon the back of my hands. Slept upon it and I woke up with it. Backwards on my face. Reading forwards to my mirror to my heart. . Twilight omens in my life.