all the people that i used to know are an illusion to me now…
if ever you loved is lost. it would make sense if i had joined the cia, but after that who would, she asked. sitting in a room with rumsfeld, she called it.
well i wish they all could be … california girls.
you said you were dark. i would call you clinically sinister.
Some are mathematicians. Some are carpenter’s wives
me you’d say it’s okay and lost is love. on the inside, baby. cirque du soleil? yeee-aaa-hhh, it’s a party in the cia, want to? me how we got here. a windowless view has to have stars wars for the far right, sweet revenge.
The West coast has the sunshine
when I met you horse. up every saturday night depiction of suburbia.