this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

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

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.