oh boy.

uhh. he's got me bad and i can't shake this feeling. its always me and you and i can't think of anything else. my head is spinning and i just can't keep my two feet on the ground.

this could be it.

stay 'till dawn.

and he whispers "i'll make you scream like you haven't screamed in ages..."

150 degrees in the shade.

keep breathing heavy.

its a hundred degrees in here.

keep breathing heavy.

i can't get close enough to you.

keep breathing heavy.

you're making me sweat.

keep breathing heavy.

media.

there is a boy in a town that i never get to see.

sometimes, just sometimes,

i wish i could close my eyes and count to three,

and he would be here right next to me.

siren.

i became a criminal when i fell in love.

before that i was a waitress.

i didn't want to go to chicago with you.

i wanted to marry you, i wanted

your wife to suffer.

i wanted her life to be like a play

in which all the parts are sad parts.

does a good person

think this way? i deserve

credit for my courage -

i sat in the dark on your front porch.

everything was clear to me:

if your wife wouldn't let you go

that proved she didn't love you.

if she loved you

wouldn't she want you to be happy?

i think now

if i felt less i would be

a better person. i was

a good waitress.

i could carry eight drinks.

i used to tell you my dreams.

last night i saw a woman sitting in a dark bus -

in the dream, she's weeping, the bust she's on

is moving away. with one hand

she's waving; the other strokes

and egg carton full of babies.

the dream doesn't rescue the maiden.

it's the truth.

i can't get attatched to living because this love is a grave,
and i can tell just by looking at you that you believe the simplest things.
i am just a heavy sleeper, not a dreamer.
you dance circles around my head and i will never be alone again.

sick, sick my heart.

i know we're all souls just trying to connect with someone, but we're all left searching on our own. tell me that you could hear it, three taps under the floorboard. don't say i'm losing it, maybe you're deaf. could have sworn that i locked all these windows fairly tight. shut the door, hear a knock. she starts turning off the lights.

and from the corner of my eye, i saw you dressed all in white and i saw you pass right on by. but maybe i had too much wine. i hope you come back tonight, you never said goodbye.

tell me that you could see it, a ghost who's skin is porcelain. don't say i'm losing it, maybe you're blind. saw her walk through a wall, turn her heard and look to me. in a york hotel hall i am falling to my knees.

softly, as your dress flows, you say that you're alone. but i know i can't leave you lonely and on your own.

oohla.

there is nothing more beautiful than your eyes.
they're what get me off.

...or it could be that moan.

----

new people. new places. new love.

what looks large from a distance, close up ain't never that big.

my hands are sweating and we haven't even started yet.

you want to talk to me?

go ahead and talk.

whatever you've got to say to me

it won't come as any shock.

i must be guilty of something.

i never could learn to drink that blood

and call it wine.

i never could learn to hold you, love

and call you mine.

night after night.

oh god you make me shake.

<3<3

"learn your lesson slut"

you rarely cross my mind. but when you decide to break in all i want to do is cut you down and fuck you up. and i would do it a thousand times over again.

fuck you and your friends.

a year and a half later and i am still all caught up.

it was hope for all that we could have been that brings me back... right here. you look like love and you smell like it too. and as it turns out, i never wanted anybody but you.

hysteric.

no longer, no longer; what you ask. strange steps, heels turn black. the cinders, the cinders they light the path of these strange steps. take us back, take us back... flow sweetly, hang heavy you suddenly complete me. oh hysterical.