Dirty Dreams - text
Powdered pride in a jar near your bed
save it up, save it up for the death of loneliness
caution tape around the scars that still bleed for me
tones the shape of surprise
every voice is paralyzed (don't talk)
animals don't beg like you do, like you do, like you do?
incidental love is all around
who really knows about 23, you and me, 33, dirty dreams?