You may notice certain things before you die Mail them to me should they cause Your algebra to fail Cole and Macey lost their eyes To the finer points
One wound up punch of intuition Lays flat my whole take on us. You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer The tidal rabbit who came of age before
Doted on like seeds planted in rows The untied shoelaces of you life Nutured all year then presssed in a book Or displayed in bad taste at the table
Called to see if your back Was still aligned and your sheets Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed But you've got too much to wear on your
I think i'll go home and mull this over Before i cram it down my throat At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass Has broken up into bits in my
Untie me, I've said no vows The train is getting way too loud I gotta leave here my girl Get on with my lonely life Just leave the ring on the rail For
An address to the golden door I was strumming on a stone again Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched A tragic opera in my mind... And
You can fake it for a while Bite your tongue and smile Like every mother does her ugly child But it starts to leaking out Like spittle from a cloud Amassed
Foals in winter coats White girls of the North, File past one, five and one, They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float
Time to put the earphones on? No! La la la la La la la la Laaaaaaa La la la la (Born to multiply) Born to multiply Born to gaze into night skies All
Slim lined sheik faced angel of the night Riding like a cowboys in the graveyard of the night New York witch in the dungeon of the day I'm trying to write
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met
I'm sitting here on the phone Blackberry to my head Repeating all the words you just said You said it's getting real And you don't know how I feel You
all in words And I don't know what to say Dot, dot, dot (Da, da, da, da) Okay, y'all dun know what it is It's your homeboi T-Pain Hey, J-Shin, lemme
the days you often say There's nothing that we cannot do Beneath a canopy of stars I'd shed blood for you The north star in the firmament You shine the
The gutter may profess its love Then follow it with hesitation For there are just so many of You out there for rent A stronger girl would shake this
This lass, some fifteen odd years Is widely known, who spat in her teacher's eye And will not take it back, for now I see How after all the cracks, so