janes addiction
then she did...
Now her paints are dry... and I looked outside... at the corner boys hey, oh, where'd you go? I don't know? I went to see your pictuers i spread them across the floor so this is where they are shown now they're probablly saying to you... "If you keep it up you;ll be born.." but you will never listen i'll bet Burnt out grass scorched by the sun the buildings remain we will beat them all to dust I'll bet Pulled from a headless shell that blinked on and off hotel now the nameless dwell They hold your key and turn your knob I'll bet Would you say hello to my mom? would you pay a visit to her? she was an artist just like you were would've introduced you to her she would take me out on sundays we go laughing through the garbage she'd repaired legs like a docter on the kitchen chairs we sat on she was a unhappy just as you were unhappy just as you were unhappy just as you were unhappy just as you were.