chrome deb morning light glints off chrome flashing in my eyes while i hover here in twilight sleep spring mornings smile at me while hearts in pink and red remind all too well that i am yet alone - sky blue fingertips and - crazy dark brown hair- - i may look put together but - i'm not- moulded smiles and old fairy tales soap bubble dreams lasting for a moment of swirling splendor carried off like dandilion seed upon the wind one drip and the world comes spinning up at me to leave me here a shallow spash upon the thawing earth but the air is crisp and warming the yellow sun smiles down gorgeous morning i know -i just wish my heart wasn't made of lead just now so i could fly away to cloudless sky i wish it weren't so cold in here in me i'm just so hollow this morning... ::sigh:: wake up, love, it's just a dream... (i only wish) 000210 ... lokkust teeth 000321 ... kill rhythm Can't you accept this flower hasn't grown? Kick away the petals and come home. This is all she said. But there's something in me cold within me. A beast inside me, bold inside me. I find myself in chains. I find myself in chains. But if I had some time, I'd use it this time. Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time. And if I could only see the subtle things you see, I'd think myself so brave in victory. Step inside everything, everything's all clear. Maybe I could find some inspiration here. Because it's time to fix this thing. It's time to fix this thing. But if I had some time, I hope it's this time. Escape to somewhere beautiful. Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see. I'd consider it such rare and privileged company. No, no, no, no But never again, never again, never again. I'm just too close to winning. And I find myself in chains. And it's time to fix this thing. 'Cos if I had some time. I'd use it this time. Escape to something beautiful. 'Cos underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit. There's chrome just shining chrome. A mirror finish of my own. Alive inside this chrome, home, home, home 020324 ... girl_jane The truck stop I used to be a waitress at...Bobby and I went there a lot last summer. I went there a lot by myself last year. We drank coffee and talked and wrote at the corner table-watching people as they came in. 020324 ... no reason the gentle sounds of your voice chromaticizing words of black and white 020406 what's it to you? who go blather from