Someone Else's Body Is A Place For

Protect Me From What I Want.

It Can Be Kind Of Gruesome At Times, Making Things Alone.

Turn Soft And Lovely Anytime You Have The Chance.

The Desperate Things Seem To Require Attention, The Lovely Things Seem To Elicit Celebration. If I Had To Choose, I Would Go To The Awful In The Hope That Doing Something Could Yield A Happier Result.

When You Start Liking Pain Things Start To Get Interesting.