this can't be right. there's something inside that binds me. spending my nights thinking of ways. you'll find me closer to the sun. and i will swallow my pride
forget all the lies from lovers. i know it's been said
the skirts on the bed
hearts flutter. thoughts of suicide or flowers?
it's known. or lips at a drop of a dime. and the end. and the end is not worthy of fairytale rhymes
peace of mind
don't be worried. it's sad
that i had such foolish remorse
for suspicion of lacking
for locking of doors. like the coat hanger swinging by means of your clothes being torn. being torn. like i've said
it's kind of sad
you won't hold on. a lover's bed
now dormant and deprived of meaning. you can sneak
while the city sleeps. tie an anchor to my head. you can moan
if it builds a throne for a heart that's lined in lead. give it to me
give me more than. give me more than you know. give it to me