The further I run,
the deeper I'm in...

Right now I should go,
but I don't move, so what does...

Watch out, lost pet
there's a storm closing in...

All the cynics light up their cigarettes
and blow smoke at my half eaten heart...

If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me...

These modern day girls,
they don't fall in love...

I'll be dreaming of tangerine smiles
and kool-aid kisses...

Tonight, the tone of my heart is deafening;
like an ocean at war with Mother Nature...

I am in danger
of root rot...

I am no mathematician,
but time is constantly teaching...

I could smoke herb cigarettes
and sleep till noon...

What's love, but boyish hands
throwing my trust back...