I'm unfolding little scraps of paper I'm dotting 'I's' and crossing 'T's' Like a ghost, you were the gardener That snuck in and planted seed Decay, your
I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am And sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And pretty girls make graves End
: "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Once, while falling into approvals tricky arms I saw esteem's corpse Deafened by allure's sweet, sweet song On stygian shores Affixed like I'm under a
Knock, knock you bring such a shudder Talk, talk and try not to stutter Chameleon changing its colour The world lost out to the number Composed of cold
Been meeting in the back room Been gathering in the parking lot Been talking in the break room Of what were are doing with what we've got Been meeting
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What's to tell you when Norman comes naturally? Fleshy webbing Rots separate, yet so alive They found holes inside We've got holes inside Sights so awful
Tigers, vipers Deadly is the strike Hidden out of sight Open up your eyes! Animals awake and rise It is the striking time There is no taming lions For
-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices & wines Not limerick's dungeons, 18 months could kill my fervor for sea hunt All herring lassies, gutter girls
Violet It bleeds purple behind lucid eyes Negatives flash reverse of real life Promises made with India ink Bit your lip there's a flush in your cheeks
Sometime during the night The black sky turned to dawn And we covered our eyes Dizzy from being up all night You grabbed my hand We ran outside To the
it's time to go We rub our legs like crickets Kicking cans and stones Make it electric I've got to know I'm still alive Tonight I want to make it real
I'm sorry I missed you I mean I'm sorry I miss you I didn't know you had in you Do you remember your way? There's ice on the lake again, Thin enough to
Hot blood red You?ve got a hold right through my chest Alarm Let me catch my breath Magnetic (there?s static in our skin) Magnetic I?ve waited for hours
Let's go to my apartment We'll pull the sheets up over our heads Forget all reasons to go outside Beats pulse, they're automatic Locked inside of my apartment Make
Here's to you cause you take what you give Make no excuses for the way we live While we try to ignore and we try to pretend Our conversation isn't so