"Slow it down" she said "you move too fast you've gotta make it last" she said. Why in the world would you put chains on me?
She said "You gotta move real slow baby don't you know?" she said "I could tell by the way that you walk... there was something there."
My feet are in the air, feelings everywhere, Im spinning in a chair speaking generalities.
The ceiling hit my head, shoes under the bed, constantly undead, looking for finality.
Fly into the sun, I can walk or I can run, my bank account is done, guess I lost my personality.
Love is not the word, Talk is so absurd, Undeniably allured, what happened to my energy?
Sparks fly when we come, Is it over when its done, Should I stay or should I run, Am I just another casualty?
