Glassjaw Siberian Kiss
Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you, and him that makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and I hope that you know. Like a bitch in heat I hope she know. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet, the characters don't speak, and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: space always expanding. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, in a photo the size of a kiss, a kiss in the shape of a bullet. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. There's always one more thing. If I can't have you know one will. Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on? I keep you jealously to myself.
