we are young and hungry for love.
you smile, as if you are hopeful, but the days go by so slow when he doesn't call.
I wish I could catch what you have,
but all is quiet in this cage of bone.
i love it when you don't wear makeup.
she comes to my house, and takes off her clothes. she says its hot in my apartment, and i feel the sweat start trickling down my back.
we are half naked , creating.
she sews buttons on gloves and i write songs about witches, the desert,and sirens.
time is in seattle. he gave me henry the guitar, so that i wouldn't be so lonely.
when i stay with him, i sleep by the window in the front room.
i see the lonely cat chase flies, and i read the book time recommended.
he is right, i am just like the main character.
we make music that is honest.
this is a song we wrote.
Lilofee made a music video, is writing her second album, and plays at the Rickshaw on the 31st.
American Playground is coming.
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