Seasoned eyes were beaming

Frankie when will we stop picking men who push us away from them we love the unlovable ones great distance and then we're safe no one escapes cause no one gets in and we feel like we win what happens...

How sweet is the revenge When you don't want it anymore? How meaningless the defense When you're not fighting anymore? I've given up the wanting, How it seems to want me still. Like lovers wanting...

Fountain, fountain We are the same Fountain, fountain We are the same You with the water, and me with the pain Turning it over again and again Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?...

I want to know, I got to know What are you made of? What are you made of? You never look me in the eye; I never see the inside of your eye. Do, do you look at anyone, at anyone? What are you made of?...

Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old...

Notice how the hand that touches is full of needles but you don't feel them Notice how you never feel it how you never see it until you pass it you don't need a key to know me and my thorns you will...