a question of idealogy.
I am mesmerized
and he is positively unsure.
twilight to starlight
biker gangs and steel string guitars
that's all we know.
a bunch of misfits
this is not good luck.
a book of release
it is much less a reason to survive
that fabric matches my dress...did you know?
hawaiian hardcore entices millions.
smiles are few and far between
but I have a smile for each of them
especially him.
intense stares from brown eyes.
something I'm not accustomed to.
like sunday work and summer heat.
it's in time with my breathing--
the clockwork and his heartbeat.
I like the way you move. and well,
I choose the right to pass.
you're all out of options
I'm not at all surprised
that's just the way you are.
give 'em hell, kid.
your suggestions are bare like my skin
I could lose myself in a mess like you.
how I would so love to disappear into your sheets.
more heartache; less intensity.
oh, she's screaming.
LESS INTENSITY.
LESS SCREENWRITTEN PASSION.
well I'll give you that.
you always had it in you to care.
you're a sucker.
all I ever needed, you know?
almalgamate me.
make me whole again.
or do me a favour, kid.
just keep me in mind.
hang up your worries.
listen to real music.