something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…