I used to be able to toss words and actions around so carelessly,
I was spreading stars into the night sky, so easily, so rushed, so many memories.
Now they're caught in my mouth like the frog I swallowed last Summer,
And my hands like wriggling fish swallowing each other.
I think I'll bleed the worm like wires under my flesh and let you know.
They're still hurt and green and hate hate hate.
Your hate is like a scratched throat, sick of screaming, but still there's a will.
My hate is like a beautiful cursed jewel, it's caused me so much pain, but I can't let it go,
But it's better than it used to be.
My hate's on the paper now.
I don't need black and I don't need rock bands and I don't need cool clothes
To be myself.  I think that a member of my past would know that.
Your love is like a dragon fly, shy and gentle, but only lands on few.
My love used to be like a fire, burning everyone who dared, but always tempting them.
There's a fog between us,
We're in a fairy-tale.
(I'll be the frog if you'll be the princess and we can get our friends to be the fairy godmother)
I think, I think I'm ready to fall, even if no one is there to catch me.  I'm ready to drown.
I've held my breath long enough
Your breath is like the wisps of hair caught in my eyes.
My breath is like a fast hearbeat.
I'm a little android, fast and angry.
Beretta.
I'm going to fall.
I'm falling.
My tears are reaching towards the sky as I'm reaching towards the earth.
Am I falling off of you or off of me?
Your voice is like a calculator and your words are like the stars.
My voice is like girl out in the rain and my words are the stars.