I do not like to sleep
I do not want to dream...

Please i know they may be hard to find
but bury me in my favorite colors...

Blows to the lungs hit fast and hard
we're a little busy on the present now...

[warning: this makes no sense... well *i* get...
the look of murder would have frightened anybody...

It hadn't hurt but baby
this had killed us...

Stutter out your eulogy
a shank where love had dwelt...

I really cannot understand
jumped and then i...

This is what makes me feel alright
makes me feel alive...

[[had to submit this again b.c it wouldn't let me...
Maybe I like the way your lips trembles...

Maybe I like the way your lips trembles
When you sob obsentities...

And isn't it hard to love when your
dying on the floor...

Your smile makes the angels pray
your secrets make them cry...