another crystal grin to make up for the dark skies put on my best dress so the mess won't touch my little insides did you think i'd still be greener than the weed inside your glass pipe? greener than the vomit on your shirt
dreaming of a lady strangling a flower a pretend park with pretend children in your pretend sight my love was waiting open armed and close hearted still out there with his setting sun
-and if i could just fall too soon i still wouldn't get there quick enough waiting, waiting... there still wouldn't be no one waiting around but i'll get myself there anyhow-
i cup the silence so your whisper can be seen just me and kim marie were braiding eyes and thoughts and memories can't put my finger on the way you taste or what's your face or... what was that you told me with a sigh?
why put that dream in your scream? why tell me to fuck off? put the past in the sugar bowl make it all a little creamier...