Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it’s how I break this home
And when I’m really ill, won’t you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal but maybe woman is
Remember, I heard you…
Inside your room you said:
“You never really live until your back’s against the wall,”
Oh, did you really mean it?
No, I never break my gaze, if just to see the scar
Remain reflected in your eyes
I think it’s time to go home
Oh, tell me your thoughts
Tell me your thoughts on liberty
See there’s a place where I sink to sleeping
She said:
“Oh, my vote is as red as my blood,”
Will you join me for another round?
I haven’t had the chance to speak yet
Godspeed…
I break the law once every week to feel your touch
What’s a book to you in bed?
Do you feel better? Older?
This just makes me ill
Your name is dripping from my pen
Still, you’re not around to curse
I’ll drop the gun now
I’m still under you