Break Down Itchy eyes and stained goodbyes Wind cracks the cobblestones and they bleed between your clenched toes Around and around circles full to the brim with holes Death by cream puffs and kisses I loverainysaturdays Keep walking. Disaster awaits Tilt Peter pan collars and snow days all year Sometimes shadows are something more Take my hand Fingers wide

Dreamcut 31 He wove a basket from her hair. Strands of sorrow pulled from air. When the basket's done he'll soak it well Turn from lust Drink the dust Shave the excess away. Things said and done Shi. ft blurrrrrr rock the boat He knew her well they said He held her tight when she was dead. Stained to the core and riddles with holes They drank cold soup and ate stale bread. Rhythm was nothing It was all in my head.