I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that's all I don't even think of you that often.
When my emotions flare up
They tear their path and slap me, bare skinned, repeatedly.
I am suffocated and lifted high in the air...Dropped as dead weght. We cant afford to carry dead weight.
Leonard Cohen never helps either, just reaffirms the urge to regurgitate all these sour pulp thoughts, and all my paranoias.
I just want to burst the blister before it becomes sodden with toxins and crusts over.
She is without.
She is without stability.
She is with.
She is with passion.
She is waiting.
She is waiting for respect.
She is willing.
She is willing to love incomprehensably.
...But right now, she's in a piss hole. So when she comes out. Something will have to be done.
They tear their path and slap me, bare skinned, repeatedly.
I am suffocated and lifted high in the air...Dropped as dead weght. We cant afford to carry dead weight.
Leonard Cohen never helps either, just reaffirms the urge to regurgitate all these sour pulp thoughts, and all my paranoias.
I just want to burst the blister before it becomes sodden with toxins and crusts over.
She is without.
She is without stability.
She is with.
She is with passion.
She is waiting.
She is waiting for respect.
She is willing.
She is willing to love incomprehensably.
...But right now, she's in a piss hole. So when she comes out. Something will have to be done.