And there we stood - smoking and talking about what - I can’t remember then he - walked by tall, thin, old with thick box gla…
I find myself Questioning myself What is it I should know What am
When I asked him If he could or would ever love, substance he replied I don’t know
As I sit here, alone I wonder Why is it I want you Why do I feel like
Riding fast she paid no attention broken mirrors it wasn’t there it was in the half left shield she noticed, it was her, it was her face, deep lines
The darkness creeps inside me like tiny ripples in the sea slowly
Snowing here Just like when I was there with you when I met you the first time
I must collect myself for I am slipping
This morning I’ve woke awoke with almost
All prolific’s aside one beautiful paradox to another, don’t you know how wonderful you feel wrapped
I see you I want you, to know to follow me, to follow
So hot... So cold... Open up, Then close down tight Can I really hear...
Not a Monet... Can’t repeat never the same scene nigh will
Do you live inside my head steal my thoughts? how do you know everything I need?
I can’t sleep... you’ve seeped Inside me