the stepping stones to eternal life
exchanging mindless banter for intelligence
I'll record to expose
feel the need for one dose
of your love, of your care
hand wound in my hair
I miss you, I'll say it
in the midst of this chaos
poetic prostitution
no difference to me
don't want to admit it
'cause I'm not feeling free
I've got books, I've got books,
full of selfish fantasies
they'll tell you, they'll tell you
that your secrets are safe
emotions set free.