Slowly
Spinning...

There's a paint stain on my carpet
It belongs to me...

Well yes I'm a bit directionless
And yes maybe my actions seem senseless...

I just was thinking about how useless is to be...
And believe that I'm ok when it's winter...

Her knowing hands trace the entire length of my...
Stopping ever so occasionally to draw little...

Addiction is a condition
That carries through the blood...

Pen to paper
Stroke of keys...

Pen to paper
Words that hurt...

It's a matter of confession
I don't know how to make coffee...

With wingspan as broad as day
And lips as that make things melt...

Love is like a warm blanket
That clings to your skin...

I have wet dreams and cocaine rise.
Damp socks and glassy eyes...