(2013)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
bring me things to break myself upon till
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which