i can't help it. i'm sorry.
no, fuck. i'm not.
stop playing these fucking games
KISS ME, OR DON'T
stop and look at me for a moment...
dont walk out the door, babe.
i really dont want you to leave. i just...
i just want a fucking kiss.
why?...
um, why what?
i hate this... i have to sit all alone tonight, and think of you.
listen to my own steady heartbeat against the static of a stereo in a
dimly lit room...i miss the tone of your voice and the way that
you look when the light that reaches your eyes meets the smile
that finds its way to your lips its all i can think, breathe, speak
....i'll admit i'm tangled up in a web of your blankets and sheets, but i'm okay with it.
ive never found one as rare and golden, dear, i swear that,
with three words,
the world wouldn't matter.
**********And then, suddenly, i would grab the keys and go. No shoes, but a pack of filters secured
tightly in my ass pocket. Driving, probably quite stoned...no need for seatbelts, as always.
Start the fucking car, already...
I wonder, does she think i'm cliche? Probably. **************
speeding car, down yet another solemn interstate, and, out of
all the things i'm thinking about the good ole days...
....Love those shadows underneath your eyes
hey... i love that little boy that lives inside your smile.
she sings, i laugh a little. good night.
KING AMY
