Panthalassacrumpled wads of pastel papersMore Like This
floating in a sea of grass.
folders full of faked orgasms
with motives that no one grasps.
glasses filled with aspiration
that only the blind can see
a terrorist shoving a thousand
bombs deep inside of me.
birds carrying your revelations
and sequoia trees that never grew
and eyelashes stuck on with glue.
aggressive mothers beating their children,
alcoholic fathers who run away.
ecstatic people everywhere
who finally found your underwear.
fat bitches who wear ugly clothes,
money-making street-walking hoes.
horses pulling carriages
with your christianity trapped inside,
and all the feelings you try to hide,
and everything that makes you feel alive,
and bumble bees and hornets and
wasps and yellow jackets,
and everything that stings in
every last way imagined by
the people who aren't born yet,
and never will be,
and will die without living
a single second of this life that
but only you and I understand.
almost loveri'm addicted.More Like This
i'm addicted to you.
rain falls in africa after the love has gone.
afternoon delight ain't going down
'cause there ain't no other man,
and there ain't no rest for the wicked.
ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
ain't no woman like the one i got,
and it ain't nothing but a good time.
i'm alberta bound, alcohol in my hand,
lookin' for that all-american girl that
was lost from texas to minnesota.
you know, i'd do it all again for you.
i feel you all around me, all at once.
all i wanna do, all i want is to love you.
i'm all jacked up 'cause it's come down
to all or nothing and i thought i was all
over you. all she wants to do is dance
all summer long, and that's all that i've got.
i wanna keep you all to myself, 'cause
all we are is lover's suicide. all you did
was save my life and all you need is love.
all you need is love.