It must have been in September when, swiftly, we leapt from buildings, waiting for the perfect kill. And your eyes got crimson when you got closer.
Bandages are temporary and besides this kind of wound is much more contemporary then the sort we're all used to she sat next to me on the train from
They made a mistake at the toy factory and forgot to turn off the brain machine. So when security opened the door the next day, there was a plastic,
good. They put fire back in your belly. They put notches in the wood. Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. I dreamt you gave me your keychain
Audrey I just want to lay my head on your belly Would you touch my neck would you tell me about your day 'Cause I'm aching inside and I don't really
The bliss your hair and count And the blizzard that came and left And we played twister till our joints got sore again And I need to take it off And
She'll go head to head if you want to. She's got endorsements from Namco. She ain't afraid of no nothing. She ain't afraid of no ghosts. You go for the
Hey, remember when we could save kittens from trees? Or lunch on skyscrapers? Bring the villains to their knees? Maybe we should move someplace new,
Please pass over your elixir drink, Today the world is much to bludgening. I need to numb me back into the womb And there I will do cartwheels if there
so say goodbye there's the door i can't see you anymore and there's a flame there's a spark but she beat my high score so say goodbye there's the door
on, go summon the dead and build fires in the yard." But what looks good on paper, looks good on paper. But this one looks like the other hair-brained schemes of yours
up all her toms I laid my head down and now my wallet's gone Hooplas involving circus tricks At addresses way out in the sticks The pixies in tight green little skirts say
I think I'll be a good ghost when it's time for me To haunt all the people I knew when I was alive I wear designer sheets as my only ghost clothes And
ink? Let's say you spilled all your coffee on us while you weren't looking. And all our world was stained, awake, and drowned. And all your doodling looked
And what's that saying again they're only words and words can't kill me well i can't even spell them and the cadence of what she says is swell let's
There's something about this place that's spooky. There are mosquitoes in the stucco, as if it was built with blood. So let's rule out nothing, except
On a dial somewhere between the high eighties and low nineties FM, Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM.