The box


You were born March 26^th
But you don't remember
Was it her choice to be X,
Not to hear a single *mother*?

Before leaving you in a golden bed
She gave you a first last kiss
On your sweet and tiny head.
A chance she didn't wanna miss.

She is so sorry to be such a single mum
But you must belong somewhere.

She stared at you forever
But you don't remember.

Before leaving you in a golden bed
She gave you a first last kiss
On your sweet and tiny head.
A chance she didn't wanna miss.

Fashion as a fighting spirit in schoolyards - Part I


In the room of monsters I can't see but feel
The idea of a transvestite sun
As smells a perfect perfume of disrespect
That anyone but you would stand
A perfect perfume of violence
That anyone but you should stand

Twice as big twice as long
Though much less common
A perfect perfume of innocence
That anyone but you could stand

In the room of monsters I can't fight but fear
As friends spread jealousy softly
As smells a perfect perfume of disrespect
That anyone but you would stand
A perfect perfume of violence
That anyone but you should stand

Twice as wrong twice as strong
Though much less painful
Than their smiling faces
That everyone but you should stand

Hands in pockets


Hands in pockets
Feet hiding feelings
Either cold or nervous
Music fades and goes out
We are less alone

2 doors down
Feet on tiptoes
Black tea warms my hands
Your unwanted chocolate milk still
Strangers become less strange

Below 45
Red rosy cheeks
Waiting for ghost-like streetcars
Hands in pockets
That is where the story begins

We are less alone
Strangers become less strange

Red Neck

This is the first time of my life
She said
Who said I didn't wanna try?
This is the first time of my life
She said
I could go with you anywhere

This the way her life begins
It's not organized as crime
This the way her life should end
Did she make it all of her time?

This was the last time of her life
Who said she was going to survive?
Who said?
Anyway, anyway