can we start this conversation over? you are looking over my shoulder to impress someone tonight. i'm dying from only listening to you, and though
You will search, babe At any cost But how long, babe Can you search for what's not lost? Everybody will help you Some people are very kind But if I can
no one defies artificial light. simultaneous sitting 'til you atrophy maybe you try to be pretty instead of kind why is this technology an anathema
Life was leisure, learning French words And staying in white rooms without any style Mailing letters, and taking pictures We put each other's in a drawer
maybe now maybe now we can lay all the weariness down (x2) it was the hottest summer ever and the traffic was a monster it was keeping me from smiling
pulling on my earlobes "this is not ours. my heart frames a window, my loss is really your own." yeah, talking is just one draft and said.
misrepresented initially you looked like you'd looked like you'd been sainted but now I am acquainted with your dark eyes and dirty mind was it uncalculated
my sunshine, ian, i've got so much hope. i'm thinking about our ages and how they treat you when i'm not around. ian, i've got so much i want
well baby, did our sky fall down? and no one wants, no one wants, no one wants to rebuild it now we once drew a crowd with my evil eye and your crazy
for mail, all lost dropped and cancelled. like foreign post, i leave twice a day but take a week to get there. expect me like one waits for rain,
don't let me down this time. i'm reaching out to you. there is no reason why we shouldn't end our fear of the dark while the daytime's safe. and
you can't trust me. trees in the city don't appeal to me anymore. the subway is always so slow in the twilight hour. i always walked myself from
i've thought about windows before, but this one's too high. filtered light, trees outside. is this the end? fifteen, and bleeding, and leaving myself
Can you name all the bones in my body? Can you make all the tones in my head? What you couldn't find in books-- and you've broken every spine-- is that
sometimes, offer more than talking. say, "i like you very much." say, what when cut grows over pink and white? carnations, skinny daisies. devise
the skyline is two gazes long. and i crane my neck to take it all in, and bump my head against the windshield, trying to find the sun. it runs ahead
I can tell you have inspiration, truly you're such a lucky girl I can see you have automatic beauty it takes our breath away your sense of humor is
my eyes are becoming yellow curtains. paint the window, stain the ceiling feverish green. my visitors smoked cigarettes and ate all the things that