I'll wait, in this turnstile haze where youth is our cell mate and age is the jailer. I guess it beats waving a handkerchief goodbye, towards a fuzzy face on a moving ship.
My heart is one stone's toss from a riot inside my chest. I want to testify to the courts of love.
Cocktails and miniature mistakes. I'm liquid blue she's hostile gray. When you see me stagger, just know I'm being antagonized by what you can't hear and I'm just moving with the current.
Self embalment describes my behavior. When I withdraw myself from human affairs just leave me a note on where I live. I'll make it slow and painful like you wanted.
ImTheWizardOfCause
