the angels have brought me once again
with all the figs and then there's Josephine,
she shook my hands when all my sins
sunken deep into the water I could still dive in
vanilla dreams, that's why I bought it
I might be reckless and he might be adrift
crippled by the anchor and tossed by a scale
to be vile is easy until you have to admit that you fail
if he weren't a prince and I wasn't a flame
then he was a game I couldn't blame

unprecedented, Josephine says.
with a cup of tea, I have been sold to a past
one for the cigarette and one for the lass
The 4th of May ended well for everyone but me
and heaven was too confident I could handle it
it was too early to cry so I stared at the screen instead
I will privately pour the glass with my words unsaid
not the wine, not today, not tonight
if I'm weighing you down, here is a green light

call me the loudest sinner
floating, scattering my trash in the sea
with my unsuspected heartbreaks in winter.

(we brew a damsel's flesh... then make a gentleman drink, for what's left has to be given and what we can only give... epic. ourselves.)

once they swallow my vision and rosy touch,
they might as well have swallowed my tribulation and such.