Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and
i want somebody who sees the pointlessness
and still keeps their
our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th
fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
three o'clock
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my
hour follows hour
like water follows water
everything is governed by the
Wish I didn't have this nervous laugh
Wish I didn't say
I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I
Well the heat is so great
It plays tricks with the
I'm sorry i didn't sound more excited on the phone
I'm
the air comes off the ocean
the city smells fishy
the air
got a garden of songs where i grow all my
got a garden of songs where i grow all my
tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers
off the west
you think you're not worthy
i'd have to say i agree
i'm
