The funny thing is I used to believe The problem Lied inside myself Like maybe
I’m not sure that anything is different but I am
Alone she sits with her shoulders against the sky pondering
Do you Want to Drive My teeth? 4 wheels
As the smoke lingered on her lips she wondered....of her lover where his words true? Did he mean the things he spoke of… Could it be real, could it be true…
The sand felt like ice cream On my naked toes The water splashed My brown legs With vicious, furious force
It was throbbing growing inside me I could feel it getting bigger with every second
He’s right.. why do I feel the need to help to save them? The needy
Adaptation, Products of our Environment thats where it is what makes us familiar different, unless
I felt the hands of heaven Reached down and Put you into my arms I felt like that is where You are supposed to stay
Sometimes amidst all the shit pile… around your feet, you can see beau… if your eyes are open When you feel like you can’t breat… another breath, you realize
You know realizing that I’m so beyond or maybe that I think I am beyond is the problem... I don’t really know, because I’m living it, so relax... I’m going to figure it out... I hope......
Spinning... my stomach was turning laps like some careful swimmers waves flowed over my face trying to swallow I used my arm to shove them away
Just as the light peaked through the window, I saw you coming toward the door through the glass
Little lizard lisps I watch the tip of your tongue I want to feel your tongue slightly peak from your lips as you speak to me