I don't feel anymore sympathy You've drained the last of it out of me You're a never too distant memory A scar on my upper thigh I've been hanging around Wonderland They've made me their queen I slayed the beast And now the crazies run free, yeah Freaks like me I'm twelve feet tall now… Continue reading Syncopated Apathy
Where is the place where love blooms? An espresso bean, Or raindrops, Lingering glances, And shared punchlines. Where is it that love grows? Hospital rooms, Empty checking accounts, Empty bottles, And rock beds.