please don't touch me
i am not too touched
please don't watch me
i am much too much
because i lust you
you have made to last
morning glory
a simple brew of must
[sunday morning poison]
i said i loved you:
when thoughts were not too pure
evaporated
as 90% pure
[sunday morning poison]
a room on fire
leaves ashes cannot last
the winds of morning
will blow it all to past