I wait Every endless day for the time to come In which I can take A lovely handful To take the pain away To a dull nagging Instead of That searing scream I know so well.
"baby you're the best i've ever had, you are so crazy, you make me mad, and when i grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with mine, you'll just look at the moon and back at me, and you'll look so devine."
and she talked and talked about him, with fascination, amusement, joy, pride and just a bit of longing, as if he used to hold her hand and now he doesn't, as if he left before anyone said goodbye and had the chance for one last kiss.
Philosophical on a scorching day Write your thoughts, wasted away Won't you share them with me? To be what you want and not what you need Maybe both Maybe hope Odd enough to be your number one? The art of survival has left me undone