Hair falls out like the
Lady down the haiku stairs
Scattered on the ground

You're going to warm me up,
Or burn me down

I wonder if they remember me

Everyone sees jealousy as a bad thing...

I think it's kinda nice that someone really wants to spend with you and only you.

tell me what i am to you
it doesn't have to be a song, though your voice is lovely
i'm afraid our song is sung and what's said and done is Done
and even though i can't look at you without my heart trying to escape my chest i still don't know
so tell me what i am to you
a lover, a friend, a parasite
just tell me where we stand
you call the shots, i'll bite the bullet
feel the bleeding from the inside
it's easier than the unknown
so tell me what i am to you
i need to know, i need to know