Butterflies and earth
Whatever I have left in my hand
Still pools the rocky-smoky mountains of reality
I take the energy that I need from you
Sometimes you, sometimes the other
And the face of your color
(not the color of your face) lends a light
Filling the whole measuring cup, it is born again every morning
I know you are not interested, and you were afraid long time ago
the absence of enormous dreadful
Brown eyes, and dark brown hair, curled for hours and eight
I just want to hit you, back to back
To wake you up, spend all your money
Leave you with nothing but
‘SITTING ON AN AVERAGE CHAIR WRITING ABOUT AMBULANCE AND HOSPITALS’
I am hurting you, you are in pain
The heart ache is taking its toll
Body and soul
Being a loser cannot fool the dizzy school girl and that is no use to her
She drives just like a loser; she doesn’t know a better way to make her own cinema
The ridiculous invention for further singing
But she needs one thing
Just one thing
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