Teardrop (by Massive Attack)
The way you pursed your lips when I left...

Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...

Hello, everyone.
You can call me Charlie...

Walking in the mornings,
I get the feeling that...

I caught my poetry late at night
admiring himself in the bathroom mirror...

Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips...

There is something I cannot mistake in
the sentimental shimmer of four walls...

West
It was the dust-clouded, sunset-orange...

Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...

Glazing at the nail-hard rain
from the front seat of my comatose...

This disposable camera
is ours, as long as it lasts...

You said I was becomming stuck,
or unstuck, or a reflection...