Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
a child scraping up his knees
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?
Leo says that, "there's no victims, only volunteers"
I think that I believe that if there's a crime,
there must be a crime scene
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime
Small print too small to read--
"Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe"
the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral,
hangs waiting for a breeze
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me
Whoa-ah-ohthat's what they say