back in Brooklyn for a spell.
until it's back to Florida for a hell.
back east as we call it.
maybe the mail never arrived.
keep some mystery alive.
every song is a vengeance.
I imagine every way again I'd lose you.
because monsters must tell stories, too.
I want softness and slowness.
hearing a heart sigh in sleep.
someone to keep me and me someone to keep.
with all the love you doubt I have.
I'd rather you come to the show in July.
than blow up the world with disbelief in my eye.
I am afraid to be myself.
I've spent the first 40 years of my life.
trying to figure out who I am.
I do my best dreaming when I am awake.
I do my best work when I am dead.
starving my distractions.
starving my distractions.
how come the best chapters in life read the fastest?
now I am just editing my first novel.
with a shovel.