i want to do something i cannot do.

summoning southern stars, i can only take so much in a lifetime.
We can talk about our past forever,
 We can though, and that's why we shouldn't.
 I want to do something I cannot do.
"cant stand around takingnotes".
 You will forget, but forever is anything you've ever been. We are evaporating everyday, night sweat and daily tears.

Went to Kansas and couldn't find Dorothy.

Bought a hooker and then iI wasn't horny.

 Played off a name and a song became.

Wrote the music and the words walked in an demanded my voice. A tongue no longer searching for the Sound of my heart, there's no choice.

 Stretch in the morning and shrink into the night.

Velvet left me with scrapes, the carpet hot from no passion left to create.
Lets paint the Styrofoam for it will deliberately sit and wait for something to change it's shape.. we have a Choice, though it will last longer than our bodies.. we deliberately change form. life goes on, little girl, dont feel so torn.
Inside your mind,you never lose anything from the wild storm.
 My house is pink petals of Belladonna, red wood doors and each crevasse encased with mirrors, because each of my sides reflect themselves.
I wait only for a dissonance that makes sense to the senses.. up in the down, awake in the dawn. Subtle in the crowd, loud off alone.
While walking, you chose to pick up or pass on.
A song called drunk on a Sunday, the rest of your life you're a space cadet of clarity.
He speaks of bubbles of mystery, he's floating in them in the scene of dreams.