a coarse in adoration

it's always been so crazy, you say
like it's nothing
so new as you
and i'm trying not to pass myself off
and deathly in need of you
but here just
calls funny from payphones
your father says, your father says
and i keep turning you around
and round
-oh spin cycle you-
my head goes, flight or float
fantasy life turns cold (dust shatters)
you're wearing thin (but better than good)
and what now, do you want?

2003-11-19 | 1:37 p.m.
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