It's scary.
This thing that theatens to...

It's a touch down,
You and me...

Open up that heart of yours,
Pandora's box, now filled with hope and fear...

Our lovers' days are gone,
And I'm feeling fine...

He's thin, but not terribly so.
His elbows form sharp angles...

Listen to the thump-thump rhythm,
of your sneakers on the pavement...

I've run out of words.
Not true...

Germs, they are everywhere.
In the air, and in your hair...

I want a love like my parents have.
A boy to love my qualities, the good and bad...

I remember reading about how
beautiful she was. Hell, it'still...

When everything I say and do
seems wrong, seen through your eyes...

Help me get the stench of
death out of my nostrils...