The young stale memories of, play the role to your part.. Librarian find me the pole, the one that kicks your head in.. To my own time, roll your own innocence by..
Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill. A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession. Think of all the things we put him through. In the face of his god would he tell the truth?.
What is this that I feel. And what is this that I fear?. In these arms that whored out amongst the worms. That mate in these fields, oh. From pressure to pain I wish to stay awake.
[phone rings]. [woman walks to phone and picks up]. . [woman:]. Hello.. . [music begins]. . [Man:]. Hello Apollo.. Where should I begin?. . Related. .
Slowly the pen touches paper. In the guidance of the words that you write. Memories roll in of the things you once did,. And who you had shared them with.
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion. But I thought out it so like there's no other way it could of been done. Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play part in it?.
At birth given scars along tender heart liberties. Injustice for awkward living situated casualties. They lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping.
With the worries that I'd give her and she told the worst of me. My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze. No, I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please.
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby. Panic stirred me, awakened by a ringing phone in time. Where and when would I see her?. . Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth.