Red


Flower Child Folded In My Pocket.
That Little Note You Wrote, I Must’ve Dropped It.
But Count Me In, You Can Paint Me Red.
Though Count Me In Today, Tomorrow’s Dead.
So Paint Me Red, You Can Count Me In
For Just A Trip Or Two. I’m Falling All Over You.
Stars, I’m Howling Bleak,
Come Inside With Me.
Though I Think I’m Falling Through
While You Trip On Me.
I’m Here, In Tune, Haunted.
You Could Trip On Me, I’d Still Fall For You.
And There You Are, Like You Always Were.
Silk In My Soul Like A Symbiotic Blur
She Seems To Me To Be The Meaning Of Words
And Said She Sings To Me To Be The Meaning Of Words.
Screams Of Silence, Sweetest Sounds I’ve Ever Heard.
She Keeps That Look In Her Eyes, Like It’s Turning December.
She Sings To Me The Meanings I Remember
And Said She Sings To Be The Reasons To Remember.
Stars, I’m Howling Bleak,
Come Inside With Me.
Though I Think I’m Falling Through
While You Trip On Me.
I’m Here, In Tune, Haunted.
You Could Trip On Me, I’d Still Fall For You.
 

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Vautaw

Wed 22nd May 2019 18:38

Love it!

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