I heard the sound of your bike, As your wheels hit the gravel, Then your engine in the driveway Cutting off And I pushed through the screen door And
We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp on the 4th of July. We sat out on the hood with a couple of Warm beers and watched the fireworks explode
You always got those dark sunglasses Covering up your face But if you promise to take them off I promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque
magazine Which is every magazine Read a story, and then forgot it right away They say goldfish have no memory I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle
You crawled into my bed like some sort of giant insect And I found myself spellbound that night at the sight of you there, Beautiful and grotesque
at death Branching their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up And their heroine breath And all the little fishes are flapping wildly on their hooks While all the top critics finally meaning in the telephone book The little
I'm cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hands Feels like a little baby bird Fallen from the nest I think that your body is something I
remember how it felt Two little girls Growing out of their training bras This little girl breaks furniture This little girl breaks laws Two girls together Just a little less alone This little