traffic

To me you are as a yellow stoplight and I can't shake that feeling that you're going to turn red and everything will crash in a fire of metal and screams and broken glass and the sirens, sirens, sirens.

To me you are the first chapter and The End and you aren't even the same language. Trees were never meant for this. Synthetic parchment like our first kiss.

When music makes you me us cry, I think it's a good thing and it reminds me that there is not just a brain inside your skill and not just blood inside your heart. Did you hear that? Dear God, what's the point?

You say, I want this stitched up Flesh Body and I want to hold it and feel the blood inside its wrapping and I want to act like this is important to me. You say, I see these eyes and these glass eyes and those brown eyes and the chemicals are reacting and I think it's love.

I want to understand how you can be so emotional and not see what I'm seeing. I want to understand you and you are too much, too little, too significant and I get lost in lyrics and blankets and foggy nights and then, and then again you're gone.

those strings are not sufficient, please replace them i cant use them like this i cant understand your voice your eyes your tears why are you crying

My hands are ugly and my teeth are ugly and do my eyes make your heart beat like that or is it because you are worried about your ugly hands, ugly teeth

Wait a minute, a second, an hour. The light is going to change, I just need you to say that

I need you to say

I need

To me you are a yellow light and it's too late.