Side EffectsAnd it's like you weremy little bottle of pillsand I can't get a re-filluntil the side effects wear off.
EgoWe all have those friendsthat we'd die without,and its sad how they can valueyou more than whatreally kept them alive.
SunsetIf a sun can bring togetherso much happinessand contemptwhen it sets to rest,we must not be shiningbright enough.
SchizoAnd how am I evergoing to tell my friendsthat I just made them up?Or should I let them bemy friends in my minduntil my imaginationcan no longer controlso many personalities?
ButterflyEncased in an ever lasting sea of silk and wool,waves fueled by the warmth of the lust in the room.And as I trail my handsalong the endless island of your skin,I feel the storms of bad habits you've enduredand the cracksof your broken heart.But as the waves calm, and the storm clears,and you manage to force yourself out of thetrap doors of our silk cocoon,to simply get a drink from the fridge.You bloom.
RadianceAnd it's like you'rea bright stargiving me lifeand as I sit here in the cold,the minutes I await your radiancepass with the yearningof years.
CraveI crave thatsting of liquoron your lips,the taste oftattoos on your tongue,and feel the habitson your hips.I crave the tasteof your smoked up lungs,your wine stained smiles,and your songsthat you refuse to be sung.
WarmthAnd I was giventhe sunto warm myself inright before wintercame along andtook it away.Forcing me tolive in the coldand figure out how to makemy own sunshine.And here I am:still trying to buy a heater.
AugustAnd now I understandwhy you hate the dayI'd die without.You just want to besomeone else,somewhere else.Going nowhereand knowing no one.