remember me, pencil and paper? we used to be the best of friends

July moon and everyone went a little crazy drug crave sex craze

There are two lovers on the couch I sit behind. Their faces just inches apart, holding one another with endless tears and muted words. I feel the fear and uncertainty in the energy they...

I’ll paint this tin can and tie a little string Hang it on the receiver and I’ll be ready

with the simple fact that she’s asleep on my arm.

I’m searching for my heart is it lurking under the floor boards Has it sunken far, far away from me

you’re the colors in my heart The brilliant shades of orange and yellow

I wonder if I’ll ever have the Pleasure of waking up next to him or listening to his heart beat

Drug eyes I look in the mirror I’m hazy with slanted eyes