I drag myself out for another little error from miscomunication. I wish I didn't exist anywhere but inside myself. Wouldn't that make being pretty so much easier? From time to time I let creation sing to me; but only when I want to listen. Oh, that sweet piano sitting in the sky buries it's face at the sight of me. A warm, harmonic melody laughing at my makeup. Oh well, success is overated anyway. Carry me around the sun, oh sweet Syvlia. We'll burn in redundance and shoot till' there's no more blood left in his veins. Glittery high heels and hooker streets painted in gold lamae' Bring me applause from an empty stadium, sweet rememberance, let's dance through madness created by a man in leather pants and a sexy smile. Hey, Stacie, I heard we all are gonna' get old one day. Not You? Ok then. You know everything better than God, I forgot. A slight annoyence itches at my skin; but I'm hanging in there. There's blood in the wind tonight, and it's soaking my skin. Romance in a crooked smile, you had me. Your high pitched squeal caught me up in all it's splendor last night. Let's trade places next time. Little indian, you're hoopin' and hollerin' Oh son, let me sing you about great rivers and big ol' bears in them thar woods. Tee heee, the sound of the river tickle my sides; The babies sleepin' in the barn, so let's just try for another starless night. Footsteps through the house at 3 am. am I just going crazy now? How far will I go to tip toe back to my childhood, before eyeliner and the skin under a man's pants. I'm all rattled up in the splendor of vegetable juice and yoga. We can't help but laugh at the paranoid people we deny being. So let's just take that dance and wish the night away. Let's just sing a song to remember our names by. And forget that we ever sang into the night.
