death is a warm glove

 

love's not pure

and love is sweet

love's insecure

and love is need

 

love’s not dope

you cannot smoke it

love was hope

before I broke it

 

love’s not a rose

you cannot pick

it it’s not a hose

you cannot lick it

 

death is a warm glove once it fits you can't take it off

 

love’s not a boot

you cannot wear it

live is good

but I can’t bear it

 

love’s not pure

and love is sweet

love’s insecure

and love is need

 

death is a warm glove once it fits you can't take it off

 

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black bird / black rain

 

hello hello

it’s you I’d like to meet

I feel like talking to somebody sweet

what would you say to me

if you could speak

or would you even sing

 

I’ve been waiting for you

I could not sleep

kept my window open

for you to see

come in and pour your sunshine over me

it’s coming down like rain

 

water come & wash away the light wash away the night wash away the rain

 

so can I borrow your blackbird eyes

even though you got no eyelids to hide

your feather wings

so I could fly

fly if I wanted to

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keep it vague

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you turn away from me

one of us always will

I always knew

we failed to kiss away the pain

& now we can't be true

you turn away from me

I turn away from you

that’s how it goes

I’m sure you always knew

 

I stole your smile

I sucked it in

and could not bring it back

not even on my face

no use for it

just dropped it into black

I stole your smile

I could not bring it back

I left a hole

and filled it up with lack

keep it vague

 

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cold spring

 

our leather coats

have turned to skin again

the walls of our room

are paper-thin again

the window panes are broken

the wind is blowing in

it feels so good

to hear it blow again