Believe me when I say I tried to slice the day right, wrap it up in smooth shade…but nothing hit me hard of late so what now sugar?
What now honey? Brushing up against your silence, what can I say? ‘It's only chemical and one hundred more come rushing and
I only speak in chasms now’? Believe me when I say I wouldn’t like to say I’m all that different these days but I’d love to say it.
I always blacken what I finger out so stop telling me I’m a sharp one. I don’t think that you know me too well, though you might
know me better than anyone. This state of affairs…what the fuck do you think this is? In a lifetime of dangerous traits I don’t know
which to sever or display. I think we should just talk more…but then I found today; your ways stalled me.