eyes are sunken treasures from crying underwater.
lost boys and neurasthenic girls get coloured lights going.
a year ago we were in a different world.
in a streetcar named desire we're blinded by brass and big, big stars -
we want to be where they are.
but then we think twice and almost appreciate our normal lives.
you would kill for it - don't try to deny this.
she's looking like christmas morning in everything and nothing.
especially nothing.
throwing flowers for the dead and turning the tricks.
the glass cracks.
we fall through.
congratulations honey, i'm your secret admirer.
if i told you, would you not-so-secretly admire me back?
