she told me that nite would be unlike any other. and then she set the piano on fire. and this is how it feels to be yr own opening act. jealous on the east end, losing all yr best friends, and walking home on yr own under the falling leaves of autumn treason in 1971. and there's an actor watching you from his hotel window on the eleventh floor.
and she said, "all hearts are secrets. and love is what you make it." or something like that. anyway...
a heavy metal blur and a kiss in the front seat with winter on either side of me. soviet satellites in the sky and i'm so afraid of what love is.
and yr friends, yeah, yr friends who pledge allegiance to nintendo--they whispered last nite that you've been fighting in a war between the shadow of bram stoker and the ghost of oscar wilde. and you're not quite sure which side you're on. and you sent your thieves to destroy the film. and then you sent mon cher bonaparte to kidnap me. and as i escaped in handcuffs with a noose around my neck, i swear i heard yr voice cry out from the streets of st. petersburg. and it said, "all hearts are secrets. and love is what you make it." or something like that. anyway...
i will never give in to those faithless sighs the way i fell prey to yr tiger stripes.
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