webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

the very idea that i could be

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible

bring me things to break myself upon till

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation