I'm cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hands. Feels like a little baby bird. Fallen from the nest. I think that your body is something I understand.
You keep telling me I'm beautiful. But I feel a little less so each time. Your love is so colorful. It flashes like a neon sign. But I finally drove out where.
She came to and her. Whole life was how she remembered it. She had a mouth full of fur. And she was laughing. She parked her hearse across. Three spaces posted motorcycles only.
She came to and her. Whole life was how she remembered it. She had a mouth full of fur. And she was laughing. She parked her hearse across. Three spaces posted motorcycles only.
On one hand I'm walking. The way that I do. Looking like I'm lost in thought. But I'm looking for you. . It's so subconscious. The way that I feel. Too bad my subconscious life.
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country. And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets. And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest.
Sleep walking through the all-nite drug store. Baptized in fluorescent light. I found religion in the greeting card aisle. Now I know hallmark was right.
I don't keep much stuff around. I value my portability. But I will say that I have saved every letter. You ever wrote to me. The one you left on my windshield.
I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone.. I'm sorry that after all these years,. I've left you feeling unrequited and alone. . Brought you to tears..
She says forget what you have to do. Pretend there is nothing. Outside this room. And like an idea she came to me. But she came too late. Or maybe too soon.
I had to leave the house of fashion. Go forth naked from its doors. 'cause women should be allies. Not competitors. . And I had to leave the house of God.
What's with that halo hovering. Above that thick skull. Spare me. If I do say so - I think you're covering. . 'Course there was nothing. Could've prepared me.
The heat is so great. It plays tricks with the eye. It turns the road to water. And then from water to sky. And there's a crack in the concrete floor.
how sick of me. must you be. by now. while you're standing just outside. of what your pride will allow. always reaching into yourself. to find a new way to understand me.
She was hungry so hungry. And she was trying to think clear. But she kept opening the fridge door. And looking at the mustard and the beer. And then finally she went out into the rain.
She was shaking and talking louder and louder. Each sentence was sifted to a very fine powder. Her face was wet and tight, her grip was cold and light.
she went over to his apartment. clutching her decision. and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?. so she built a skyscraper of procrastination.
Second intermission. Anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Pavlov hits me with more bad news. Every time I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring. All day when I'm at home. A defacto choice of macro.
He caresses every bottle. Like it's the first one he's had. Saying. It ain't love. . But it ain't bad. It's the only reward. Bestowed upon me. And I have served faithfully.