A Soft Warm. I Thought about it too, Not so long ago. I don't think she'll ever wake up, babe. I don't think she wants to. I can't complete the game. I can't compete with how he had it in for me. I never had a problem with loving her. Likely story, a one hit wonderful glory. I might not have it all. But she was all i had in mind. She was all hard. I might not have a thing, but i could sing to her every night. Likely story, a glorified horror, so we bury our spying eyes. She was a tea drinker, came across born of the races. Cool, cool school girl. Yeah same ole' song gone wrong. Nothing heals all these hills. I just roll down, uncontrolled, down. Snapping off, snapping off, snapping off, snapping off, limb from limb, from limb, from limb, from limb from my every body.
We are folded, prose, burned and know. All our love is grass clippings, slowly falling from behind. I want to save my mind. I want to save the time i imagined an us undefined by lust. I want to save our mind from the mess of maggots. I tried to help, but only fell back in love, even after i told myself you weren't the one. I want to help, but can't help seeing us together under masks.
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