Would it be wrong of me to say that I still want to kiss him extremely bad?

The help at the door, the age to get in. The artist is smug, they don't sound like they did. We're ready to move, the crowd is astare, if you've got things on your mind... shake them off! Yeah that's why we've come to collect your bodies, from your lovers and pause all the suffering, at least start pacing, yeah. ... You're not on the list, you paid to get in. Your boyfriend is mad, it was something you did. In concert tonight, the bass drum is quick.

I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear. This man said, "it's gruesome that someone so handsome should care. ... A jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place he said "return the ring". He knows so much about these things.

Ambulance, no cost too much... ...We'll take a van. So you can take me to the h take me to the o I want you to take me to the s take me to the p I want you to take me to the i-t-a-l, I want you to take me to the hospital. Cause it's the color of a b, the color of l, to the color of o, color of o, cause it's the color of d, crimson red from my little bitty accident.

I wonder when I wander home if I'll be fit to drink alone.

There's dividing lines between east and standard time, so promise me... you'll still be mine. Will this come between us as I doubt all of the pages I pour out? When our doubts become regret, don't ever forget... my only, you own me, if you'd only see.

You bend and you wave, when you're barely away. I wish I could say tonight, when you bend and wave good bye, you'd take me, with you.

Recovering slowly, a torso fell from a beat up truck by a rural motel. The manager seen how the truck bed bounced while dust flew up with a rolling sound. Voices appear from the staff outside In bulbous text in a western style his mannequin neck spun to turn his face the bars spills drunks out frame by frame. Girls pushed girls side to side to hear a suction sound as limbs realign. The crowd just seemed to multiply they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard: "your retro career melted"

Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept a distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parents bought: "I'll catch you this time!" Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Let's be passionate, it's not like we'll get another chance to do this. Don't be embarrassed.