new
intimidation of the third degree
improved from how it used to be
whirlwind's hateful affections
got lost with good intentions
now it's half-hour 'till heaven
world's spinning dead
string it up on your needle and thread
this
disease so sweet and infectious
where's the angels who'd protect us?
it got so we were beyond elated
love is so cold
and overrated
what happens when everything you knew
becomes something you're unaccoustomed to?