The sun casts my shadow
in front of me...

It's left, my tears.
It's red, my little paper heart...

I look in the mirror,
a yellow chunky belt...

The bass beats pump through the air,
sending hearts a little higher...

Intricate stories of lustful love
are winding their spindly fingers...

Where do i go from here? victimized by my own...

Every thing's falling down, and I avert my eyes
to keep it all in proportion...

Fluctuations of my regrets are wearing me down,
low down...

Everything is different now.
But everything is similar...

You say
I make you fall in love with words...