Electric Thought

sandshark postal note bedroom headgame
leave your license at home, pay your repentance
feel just the same

do not do what you cannot be
please please please
the wind will take you where it will
you're crying, your're adorable, you're somewhat scatterbrained

i know somewhere the police will do what it wants
i know i know i know i know

My rib cage tickles me – my worst enemy,
like tentacles of sea anonyme

Oh God, I loved you more than my muse will allow me
to tell you

Honey, when you left me my eyes glazed over
unforgettably

If i can hold on – yr whispers, yr whispers
I will remember
the point of pin
till it's resurrectin