The sun upon the roof in winter

will draw you out like a flower.
Meet you at the statue in an hour.

She's morphine, queen of my vaccine

She may contain the urge to run away
But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

We are the people that rule the world

A force running in every boy and girl
All rejoicing in the world
We lived an adventure
Love in the Summer
Followed the sun till night
Reminiscing other times of life
For each every other

Can you remember and humanise?
It was still where we'd energise
Lie in the sand and visualise

must have been smoking too long

I've got opium in my chimney 

No other life to choose 
Nightmare made of hash dreams. 

Got the devil in my shoes 

When I'm smoking 

Put my worries on a shelf 

Don't think about nothin' 

Try not to see myself. 

In this blues I'm singin' 

There's a lesson to be learned 

Don't go around smokin' 

Unless you want to get burned. 

I guess this means we can't be friends

I wanna be unique;
I wanna be your kind;
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind;
I wanna wear a skirt;
I wanna make mistakes;
I wanna kill you first then take your name;
I wanna tear you apart;
I wanna make your bed;
I wanna break your heart;
I wanna break your head

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Old but I'm not too old
Young but I'm not too bold

I feel something so right doing the wrong thing
something so wrong doing the right thing

Everything that downs me makes me wanna fly

HIS SMILE

"He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."