Pillows No Self Control
I don't need it Outside the window, the sweet fruit grows I snatch it and it hits the ground no self control I don't know anything I poked at the beehive inside the TV The kitten and I just yawned
Come meet me At the Cafe Bauer I'll be sitting on this shaky, uncomfortable chair
Without realizing it We dreamed the same dream
Up until yesterday Using this worn-down key The door would not open There is nothing beyond it
From the Camel Hotel I watch the street I spit at the shadows That shouldn't be there
We dallied together In a love that had to end
And when I open my eyes I'm here with myself
