i read david ryan's suicide handbook
swimming in a bathtub of wild flowers
so perfect and true and soft
told her to tell it to my heart someday
lonely girl, she wants to play hearts with this rag doll boy with broken eyes
and we'll make pretenders of them yet if it kills us
rolling famous eyes in jacksonville buses kissing the white line with spinning tires
touch, feel, and lose your limbs down a drainpipe
let's get all unpredictable like a firecracker
la cienga just smiles and it's on with the jeans, the jacket, and shirt
we'll stop at nothing for no one (long and sad goodbye)
dear chigaco, passed you by a couple of moons ago and lit a cigarette
swallow applause and bow to sad lady (mara lisa)
it's on to off broadway for tired acts who've lost their shiny instruments
she fumbled her footing in the cracks of a photograph
seated on a dirty curb, i'm waiting for a stranger's brokenhearted taxicab in the night
play me that familiar old tune and i'll cry on demand
my miss sunflower reaching for the painted yellow sky all the time
don't get all bent out of shape lonely delaware, 'cause we're just saying hi
spreading my california love to the colder parts
all the idiots rule the world
you don't know me like this record does
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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