We kiss like painted tigers
but we bleed like no on else


2004-10-01

You think love will come to you
in a sweet dream that is feather soft
and smells like cherries

But it will leave you
blackeyed
your skin bruised, your bones broken
your heart blood staining the floor

You think love will come to you
& your dreaming for that day
Let this be a wake-up call
Let this save your life

dead + alive