There are little hearts in both of my eyes,
Staring at boy-shorts busy with the toil...

If you let the parts open
people will see in...

Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied...

Fourth avenue,
Fifth avenue's estranged brother...

Love like the place on bathroom doors
in bad parts of town...

I'm sitting here staring at the invisible...
between people who have never met...

You mystify me.
And it just chaps my ass that you're leaving town...

Sometimes i like to sit and stare,
sometimes at nothing...

There is a day, maybe not in the near future,
You're going to wake up and cough...

Here's this dot,
This dot wrapped in plastic...

This door won't hold the wind out,
She's looking at me that way again...

We don't write he and i
we don't write, he and i...