Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are
A soft blue light falls across the faces of the lonely boys The only light worth basking in where in to find an ear, a voice. Boys like these, alight
Hide me in your hair ?cause I can?t bear to go out there and face the world Hide me in your room behind the broom, I?ll make some room and I won?t care
I charge thou art a fake, thou sulking indie rocker trying to make, Like you never meant to fuck her and to break; Her heart to write your song well
Hey modern school girl what have you done to me? Hey modern school girl you seem to smirk right through me Men erected statues for you Men have toppled
You?re prettier than them Dandelion, You?re prettier than them Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion You?re prettier than them Dandelion Lift up
You're sweeter than you think, Janine. You're younger than you know. Bury me in pink, Janine, my epitaph will go... Heaven is for easy girls, heaven is
Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven Waiting around for your bread to leaven We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and Leg hold traps
There is a war on and all of the morons are winning, they are winning year to year. There is a war on and you're on the front lines grinning, you are
Take me for a ride, she said its time The queen of heavy sighs takes back the night And cowering Olympians unite Let me hitch a ride, I think you'll find
I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground I'm tired
I drive tonight, you're miles away, from heavy eyes, roadside bouquets I focus on your face again, you're the rose upon my meridian The yellow lines they
We cried before and after you caught us in mid laughter And you?d think we always laughed But we act in every photograph and We can never just be ourselves
She hums along to the room tone while she tidies up She'll harmonize with the room tone while she reads her book He works alone in the room tone and derives
It's not like you to call when skies are blue, and it's not like you to call at all, But some heavy rains bring a call or two to complain no one ever
ends in tears. Balanced on their balls, the dancing bears start mauling Children of all ages are dragged into the cages The rigging and the staging destroyed
This youth is like fire, and my senses like hay The truth is they conspire, those friends to take you away. Your eyes how they shine, but your eyes they
Towards your learning, you focused all of your desire when I was burning Discussed the properties of fire, Does it occur to you now? In the ashes all
