Maria. Justin Bieber. She says she met me on a tour. She keeps knocking on my door, she won't leave me. Leave me alone. This girl she wouldn't stop, almost had to call the cops. She was skimming, ooh
The sign said head shots. And that was all. A picture of a boy. And a number you could call. Two eyes in the shade. A mouth so sad and small. Strange the way a shadow. Can fall across the wall
If language were liquid it would be rushing in. Instead here we are. In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be These words are too solid. They don't move fast enough. To catch the blu
It's a one time thing. It just happens a lot. Walk with me and we will see. What we have got My footsteps are ticking. Like water dripping from a tree. Walking a hairline. And stepping very care
Black on the red and red on black. It's a tic of a tired mind. Come and sit down, won't you try your luck. See if you unwind Never use your 3's and 2's. Follow superstition. Otherwise you are goi
{Once more. One, two, three, four} I like a tombstone cause it. Weathers well. And if it stands or if it crumbles only. Time will tell And you can carve my name in marble. You must cut it deep.
"I don't care for tights", she says. And does not tell me why. She hikes her skirt above her knee. Revealing one brown thigh "I see", I say, and wonder at. Her slender little fingers. How cleverl
She'd come to my house. And dance in the hall. With the music up loud. Against the light on the wall And I danced beside her. Feeling no shame. We were in costume. And this was a game She'd put
I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole. I would leave only bones and teeth, we could see what was underneath. And you would be free then Once I thought only tears could make us fre
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air. Every step is a day in the week. It's a Sunday or Monday. A march over months of the year This life is burning, turning to ash as it hits th
