I have twice the size of burn holes cigarette's withheld upon the fracture of my limb. There is a purple snake that twinkles in the camera flash; it's wrapped 'round your neck. I found a match and struck it for a beat. A puzzle of that rhythm you used to tape your feet. I've become an empty ballet, just aiming for a footnote in your forte. Jumping to the pavement where you reason found a landing, I'm stuck in the atmosphere, notwithstanding a breeze of poison ease.
If you JUMP, I will JUMP too. but we can't fall together when we're perched on separate buildings. I would DIE for you; I would like to. There's a cross upon an altar in a basement of a tavern and there I found my piece of mind and the courage to survive ten months without you. I'd cure your daddy's cancer and bring back Dana from the dead, if I thought it'd help you realize what matters.
Chile. or Rome. Or maybe freakin' Belize. I swore I saw you on the metra in the windy city. Your smile was traced to Bosnia, and I gave you no idea how remarkably bizarre most of those hidden motives truly were. So what if I thought of you naked...
I can't spare any more words for you, I'm all worn out. I'm tarnished, and torn, and withered, and worn, and I'm sick of playing the witch. I didn't make you happy, but clearly my Christmas gift did.
