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I find you hidden there a veiled creature of the deep, Waifish as a widow and without sufficient sleep, Oh what am I supposed to think? Do I pull you out or let you sink? I wait until you're woozy, I lay low until you're lame, I take you in my mouth

The breakfast is all laid out, Waiting for you to arrive, The sun is just rising, And going down again Deeper, deeper, Oh piece me together again, Deeper, deeper, You burn a hole in the world I have to know how it feels, And I am not afraid, This is

I was angry and brash as a bull, You were devastatingly beautiful I was crude, I was lewd, I was lewd I was not in the mood It's a peculiar stance, It's me reachin' for the olive branch... Yes I will do all the things that you ask of me, Yes I will,

End Come Too Soon break some bread, the night's been blessed, with a neverendingness, but none the less, end come too soon sweet concubine, the night's divine, in a never ending line of lovers, end come too soon on the cusp, the both of us, without a

I'm wasted, losing time I'm a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we're not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a p

Oh don't you think, That people are the strangest things? Design of desire, Means all that the heart requires, Is what it can't recognize, oh no Oh don't you think, That people are the hardest things? Design of desire, Means all that the heart requir

I would lie anywhere with you, Any old bed of nails would do, Ink up the wound for a crude tattoo, A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through Like a sister Ophelia, Tell me you're there! Like a lifeline Ophelia, Tell me you're there! O Ophelia

New squeeze, Take off your chemise, And I'll do, As I please, I know, I'm not any kinda heartthrob, But at the same time, I'm not any sorta slob You're my plaything, You're my plaything, You're my plaything, Yeah I'm wonderin', Yeah I'm wonderin', Wh

Albatross, albatross How callous the ocean you cross I blame you, blame you For all of those things I've been through Don't feel bad, not a pang It's my neck around which you hang Like a chain or a tag I flinch and you fall through the cracks To the