Pieces of The memory of love Are scurrying around Trying to lose What they have found As they do I'm scurrying to you But you don't look the same Since I woke up today
I've got a train Pulling pieces of Glass menagerie In my sleep I fell out Now I don't feel A fucking thing
Romantic lines Empty me inside Slipping out my belly button Leaving me nothing Of something
I've got a train Pulling pieces of Glass menagerie In my sleep I fell out Now I don't feel A fucking thing