So I want to think you like me. I want to think you'd love to visit me quite soon and kiss me through the bars. Is the solution not to say what I think? not to think what I think? maybe I should convert to catholicism.
seen me in your eyes and I am dead.... just say I'm the only bee in your bonnet. this is the speed of my thinking. one thought per song.
But I suppose I shouldn't write anything to depress. or about blood. i don't know what i could write about, what i should. i'll stop.