I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember
It’s like waking up from your best… To find that it’s all gone. When you love someone who isn’t re… And you say, “I’m done.” It’s like swimming in Heaven,
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
