i use a pincushion for a pillow. i sew steel wool blankets. i press my hands to my eyes to see the stars that guide me through my anxiety. nights
tragedy. censure has kept me clothed. apologize to me politely. my only wish is that revenge could blast me clean. sometimes it's easy to imagine
Baby, there's the moon. I'll sing it down if you ask me to. And maybe I'm a fool, but nothing ever felt this good. It's like a bottle to the head. I'
have you got any magic tricks that will work for me? 'cause my baby is in the ground and she won't come back now the lights in the sky are practically
wake me up, it's morning. and take me down to the corner place before the shade retreats behind the wall and i decide to stay here. cup of tea,
traffic lights turning yellow: a kiss and a slap on the roof. i taught you that superstition driving downtown with the windows down. late at night
Love is like a tyranny And I'm a tyrant sentencing You said that you believed in me And would burn for your beliefs I watched you burn Burn for me I watched
All the dams will give at the end, at the end, at the end of the world. Will you swim for me? And the lights could go at any time, any time, any time,
i'm not the way i thought i was it was starting to feel like the worst of times i've got to choose sides am i wicked? am i right? or am i just reacting
He didn't know my name but I loved him all the same.
The winding lanes . . . and the fields on the left and the right . . . and through my awkward life . . . the same refrain. I always wished it might have
five days a week i go to sleep at dawn, and feel alone although you're warm. oh what way did i take to come to this place? halfway home and ready
it was an accident, so it was meant to be when you crossed the floor and you laid it all down I can hear it in your voice I can read it on your face
expert opinions amount to rumors, as far as you're concerned. and documentation of your medical condition won't do us right, won't help you sleep
the body has got to be worth saving eyelids are shining with headache and perspiration morning is finding good intentions under sleep's persuasion
oh sweetheart and my constant apologies. i really fucked up. oh lover, my hands are tied, depending on your good graces. coercion practiced
thought the ice is melting. we could talk on the lake. not far from our house, the park is wetter than yesterday. i won't swallow my pride. i
I've seen the girl who'll pick up where I leave off she's already smoothing her hands for the pictures I've seen her sorting through my memories what'