Sit in a room; half-lit and half bit,
this was it - me and you; hell did we fit...

Melancholic bliss my darling, we sing it well -
our heart beats like wrecking balls in every...

I leave a mark on every care,
unwashable stain, dirty and burdened...

A tame brain;
recharging and recycling...

Staring within mirrors all day;
basking in life reflectively...

A simple question;
Why am I so selfish...

Up away and here we go;
your the one with no fashion flow...

When you feel the stern feeling of pen,
or the tap of a keyboard, creation is yours...

Twisting in this place,
bodies contorting in sinful disgrace...

I approach,
Fluttering, buzzing...

Sean speaks of
Everything as if he knew...

So I love you,
I’m sure you doubt that...