Love Machine, The
Creative Company
Does she know, as she strives to be the maker of somebody's life
That these cold cughing colors belong to another?
That we're breaking skin with ballpoint pins?
I am slow,
Though I'm certain that's in relation to the speed of your hand
When you shed all your skin as a refusal to be broken in ,
did you hide under covers mistaking us as lovers?
I'm sorry friend, But you've been broken in. I am slow, though I'm certain our mouths are more efficient than our speedy little friends
This is why you were not right for me. And here the daylight goes...
From Letras Mania