But this is a long thread going, right between the lines,
holding fear alike,
under noons fighting, rocking sheets tis right,
makes me wonder why
though I pain my nails, brush my hair,
or maybe I'll stay in bed instead.
Do I pup my pill, climb down the stairs, and
offer my superiority on the play.
It's been strange since December
or was it forever?
I dont' remember where
This city makes me tired
sick of liars,
but I don't kiss in tears
ghostly hues years after years
where my name hit somewhere
Mom and Dad standing overthere
in the rivershadow hanging over him
and it's blue, the name is but, she took the short way back
dunno where she's gone on to but i am sure she sighs
did you