My pilot light has flickered out, you have knocked me off the hook, the person you are trying to reach is no longer here.
I'm not really tall dark and hansom; I just look that way.
I'm a canvas that bleeds, and I'm painted with fingers.
Childish pictures, of you that still linger.
Bury your wasted into the moon.
Hoping that it sinks to the earth soon.
Bury your wasted into the moon.
In hope that it sinks to the earth soon.
My pilot light has flickered out; you've knocked me off the hook.
The person you are trying to reach is no longer here.
I'm a canvas that bleeds, and I'm painted with fingers.
Childish pictures, of you that still linger.
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste.
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste.
You can see it on my face.
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste.
You can see it on my face.
My smile is a chainlike fence
I dare not frown for fear of what comes out.
Lenore Finley "Babydoll" Timid
- 15 years, 12 months, 2 days ago
