manners to endure the sculptures still sore thinking of someone as the imagination it runs away greateful i begin to play
euphoric in schemes scattered through dreams prophetic she seems but i know in the end she'll come crawling back oh how i have to laugh
profound in her wake coked up on dates there she goes again and she's scratching out the eyes of the ones in the suits black painted nails and stockings to suit as she's wiping up the flirt talking all the dirt as she's playing with her name starting my domain scourgin the frame so i went along with her
what else could i do? elections of ideas tantalise my ears and say and they say