Friends, I will keep you like trophies,
In my heart
It's like I never had time to look away
Bodies
What's it gonna take for me?
I'm on my hands and
Warm skin, smooth lips
Our hearts are strong and toned
our tongues
I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99,
Dripping wet with practiced sincerity,
Cute slogans for intangible mysteries
What great risk to truly live,
We could die alone.
Sick with regret you sputter out
Your flame swallowed in
Give me wings,
Give me peace.
These are the things
Call me a liar,
Call me your friend.
I will
He gets his information from overhearing conversations
He doesn't ask