Painted porcelain gleams,
Iridescent poetry drips...

Paradoxing panorama
ranting delusions from self...

This thing that walks beside you
This thing you call your own...

You're vacant and dormant
And anger rises with no relent...

It will blister and scrape itself into your skin
This insatiable, unwanted desire for another...

Ten thousand miles was too far for you
To maybe hold on, and maybe stay true...

You touch my hand,
My breath alights...

Theres a shadow
Where you once lay beside me...

This little black box
Holds my heart...

This is the cutest song i know & i can sing it...
Beggars thieves and purple skies...

At night she screams
Where no one can hear...

Baby, you'll move mountains
You'll change the way the earth was built...