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High-vaulted ceilings; low windowsills.
Pandered devotion; the cheapest of thrills.
White wash the walls;
Put a fresh coat on your soul.
Divine advertisement,
The only thing that makes you whole.

When Time Flows Backwards

The stars lose all of their fame
And the heroes have yet to be named
When time flows backwards.

Desperation

Hold me tight and love me
Or at least just say you will
You don't have to be convincing
I'm just looking for a thrill
Something to give me pleasure
To block out all the pain
I'll trust you with my heart and soul
While I'm asking "What's your name?"

Comeback

Don't sell me short;

I'm not done yet.

I've still got a few things up my sleeve.

You won't believe me;

You think I'm weak;

Even when I scream and shout that

I still have the strength to make this happen.

Chemistry

Why are we standing here all alone

And we're not even speaking?

I don't understand this feeling.

People talk about a thing called chemistry;

I just hope this doesn't blow up.