...suspended in ecstasy,
our bodies the canvas...
...suspended in ecstasy,
our bodies the canvas...
I thought of you today.
Wasn't your birthday or Christmas, no holiday at...
"Why, why you always coming, coming round me...
I am shedding those clothes once again...
Seems to me the harder I try to erase you from my...
is the more I see your face...
"...And the ending feels like broken glass as...
staring at my arm...
Someone's perception of you does not have to be your reality. |