(not flawless, but very romantic) Money's honey walls are puke for many - and that's not it. We never came To the kissing Parts (parting) - in the Lipstar Boutique. Money's honey walls are puke for many. We didn't say The words heard In dreams we have (here) - in the Lipstar Boutique. Parting Parts We'd kiss in a flash (if you and I were here) Little bits of ourselves We hide to ourselves While waiting breaking trying Silently punching, dying, crying. Punch if you wish 'I' don't exist for any of 'you' (dualism) anyway the way I really am like you (more dualism) and am nearly indifferent to life and death (dualism again), mine. Money's honey walls are puke for many When all we want Is honey and milk To soothe all these aches. With me still Moving You, maybe, In the Lipstar Boutique With us I'd love to love So simply And thank for Making me want To love again Money's honey walls are puke for many, too many.
“Nous ne comprenons la simplicité que lorsque le cœur se brise.”