What is love if not pain?
The stars taste just like knives...

Let water, trickling from rooftops
Stoop to cup your cheeks...

And maybe there is magic
In the little things...

The sun is squeezed from the sky
And I watch the sky pour...

I gather the stars in a basket
And bask in the flickering light...

She drowns dreams in a soapy bathtub
Breathe the suds in deep...

Give me your hand and I will pour
Soul, splashing into you...

If I'm only alive for a little while
I'd like to make a difference...

Look at me now
I decayed long ago...

Death tastes sweet.
Sugar coated lies...

If I am all the things I love,
Then I am you and none of me...

The urge to lie face down in a bathtub
Bubbles drifting past my ears...