michigan seems like a dream to me now
he knew i loved incubus. tweaking & fitting, he wrote me this:
"yesterday would be old & uninviting, participants all in black & white, you enter in full blown technicolor & nothing is the same after tonight.
if the world would fall apart in a fiction-worthy wind, i wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. your love is a verb here in my room.
you enter & close out the world behind you, now show me the world you see & know only known by the stars. 'if only the lights would dim a little,'i thought before i was there, 'i'm weary of eyes upon my scars.'
pink tractor beam into your indecision, head spining as free as dervishes whirl. i came here expecting next to nothing, so thank you for being that kind of girl."
i love him.
"yesterday would be old & uninviting, participants all in black & white, you enter in full blown technicolor & nothing is the same after tonight.
if the world would fall apart in a fiction-worthy wind, i wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. your love is a verb here in my room.
you enter & close out the world behind you, now show me the world you see & know only known by the stars. 'if only the lights would dim a little,'i thought before i was there, 'i'm weary of eyes upon my scars.'
pink tractor beam into your indecision, head spining as free as dervishes whirl. i came here expecting next to nothing, so thank you for being that kind of girl."
i love him.