fall right down, get back up again.
that's how we'd be, you and me.
i would not crowd,
i would not smother you.
no i'd let you breathe,
over me.

no matter where i go or whore my mind
i'll always stumble home and pray i'll find
your flame-thrower eyes and jilted smile
so you can soothe my wounds and drain my bile.

happy stretching! showing off my lobotomy hair

love of mineeee

i used to make you smile if only for a while.