Crimson lips to proclaim
how much love and fame...

Is it hypocritical to say
I just need to be near you...

You asked me how I could afford
to stuff so much love into such...

I know that we're all trying,
but what if I can't keep trying this damn hard...

Atlantis is in the bottom of my bathtub...
Atlantis is this pretty blue-green chilly warmth...

We used to sit on those rusty swings at the park...
It always rained back then, big, fat, heavy...

Insecurity
Intesity...

We were walking down the street, you and I. It was...
We talked about the picture show and the malts...

It seems that
Happiness...

It's almost humorous to me
that while my ship's mast is going under...

Cherry blossoms are the perfect crown
to wreath the head of a Christmas jester...

Time drips down the broken clock,
yes we're back to that, one more time...