Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well--
a child scraping up his knees...
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?
Leo says that, âthere's no victims, only volunteers.â
I think that I believe that if there's a crime,
there must be a crime scene.
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething.
Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime.
Small print too small to read--
âTake the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe"
the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral,
hangs waiting for a breeze.
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me.
Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...
1 | Too Soon To Laugh |
2 | Truest You |
3 | Indian Summer |
4 | Instead, He Falls |
5 | Looks Like A Mess |
6 | Saccharine |
7 | Los Feliz Arms |
8 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
9 | Brave But Brittle |
10 | Beethoven St. |