Stood up until late
my room pitch black...
Denying the truth
, believing the lies...
She often danced like
a flamingo. Stiletto legs...
Shivering color, acid velvet,
adding the harvest yellow...
From the dark sky to the bright moon
all i do is dream about seeing you soon...
Grapple your hands around my neck
Pin me up against the wall...
All is quiet, in the night
of this room...
He say im lying but deep inside im crying......
for his love....he's all i really need and one day...
If I were to look here, read between the lines of...
white lie scars, tell me...
Seeking for the obvious
I yearn to be touched...
A lush autumn day with nothing to do,
Conjuring up thoughts of Kudzu my girl...
Should I take the front row?
Or maybe I chose the row in the back...