here's the heart you asked for
here is the notebook in which i am stored
with the wave of an outfitness pen
in hopes you're listening
and true with doubt
i know you're all about
she's in this for herself
with little concern
for anyone else

sad lines
foll

Imagine if you can
Photographs lining the walls of a room
That wont stay in turn
Just keeps on spinning me around
Asking how much do i love the sound
Of discontent
It's written on these cigarettes

Every night they crawl up from under my bed
And promise me
Ev

It's Cold Outside
can You Guess Who I've Been Kissing?
to Get You Off My Mind
his Hands Are Strong
and His Eyes Look Long Into Mine
straight Lines
never Looks Off To The Left

wrong
guess Again
you'll Never
supposedly Could Have Been
just A Cheap Frie

So Close
i Couldn't Even Tell
which Way Was Up Or Down
and It Seems So Clear
clearly Cut And Dry
our Ears Were To The Floor
as The World Turned

curiosity Was Used In A Past Tense
hand In Hand They Bolted For A Fence
too High To Climb
and Realized The Tim

Street Nights
cool Nights
a Couple Of Clueless Kids
smoking Cigarettes
talking Out Loud
could You Comprehend What They Must Be Thinking?
explanations Burned Into Frustration

songs Of Broadbred(??)
hanging Off The Lips
silence Enters
the Conversation Slip