california ta ta for now.

if you don't love me why don't you get out of my life

instead of just standing there with that look, it cuts like a knife

every ti-ime  you come back

the room's light its switches black



whyy-y-y

you around me?

i look inside and think,
it's astoundiing

she said it's over why don't she leave, finish it up so we can both greive,

but the stitches they just get torn out, and it floods.

the teardrops fall, the worrry and then

the blood.



say sweetness.

please pack your bags right now.  here's the cab faire and the train will be on time.

seems to be,

why you with me?

You're not mine.