Not a Monet... Can’t repeat never the same scene nigh will
Nothing quite brings me back to you like remembering that you’re there this is all
*How long a minute is just depends on which side of the bathroom door you’re on... *I’m all sugar, sugary it doesn’t matter the
Buttercups sparkle with dewdrops in the morning
Just as the light peaked through the window, I saw you coming toward the door through the glass
Sometimes... I realize I want to share more
We are blood and bones dried up and ashes pacing, I let it flow ragged and bruised we slip by our fate
Look maybe I don’t know don’t
You came To save me White light Flowed from inside I felt safe
Sometimes we have to fall so that we can
The darkness creeps inside me like tiny ripples in the sea slowly
I need to sleep I need your bed My bed? Hurts my back Wrenching pain?
What we forget Is our own control That we control Our own lives I let you
Sexy machine pumping iron yet knew how to breathe worldly
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......