clouds are singing a song, marching along, just like they do

i like it best when your cigarettes burn down to the bone, and then to my lips.
do we bleed just to know we're alive?
well, that's canary's in its cage, just spinning to get out -
it takes more than drink and drugs to break our barriers down.

and the walls are breathing, and slowly start to lean it.
but tell me, sweetheart, were you ever really listening?

sell your wishes for peace of mind

i thought that by writing all the shit in my head down, it'd figure itself out.
these girls are moths, drawn to absent lovers over flames.
ever done something you'll regret until the day you die?
i'd like to say sorry, but that'd be too easy.
words will never quite please me.
look past the sweat, darlin', you haven't seen the best of me yet.

dance. dance. dance. drop.