Neruda Night.

Almost three years since I've been here.

Can you really go back? Never.

Perhaps

You know what's the best thing I see about you? That you may be a lost cause but are still a hero for my revolution.

I miss that.

Maybe tomorrow

It's already 2011. It's going to be an interesting year.

The Frumps

So irritated. Tired, hungry, overworked. Maybe this is how PMS is supposed to be.

Mangle

You're not you

I'm not me

Flickered, burnt, erased.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

You spun me a million stars

And I screamed in delight and rode them all

Until I confused you with yet another of my July loves

Do you still dream by me, in snatched moments of truth?

Well carry on then, because I'm shattering those illusions too soon

And you wail in your wretched loneliness

There's nothing you have anymore.

Rush

and I feel 

like a carnivore 

but I do 

think you're pitiful 

both hands by my side 

take me for anything 

so why did you hide? 

and when I lay down low 

and feel like I'm in control 

it damages everything 

you'd better go

I was everything you wanted

for a while

and i'd like to believe you

but I can't

so i'll leave you

on your own.