Asleep in the Passenger Seat

Purple hearts fly across the screen
Of a yellow coated envy, and low self-esteem
A pink flash dance that you can't reject,
Yet you can't imbrace it and can't respect
Motion all in a fuzzy green haze
Blue tinted feelings that can't be erased

Call it a fever, in the flask of my brain
I curl up inside and blow it away
My breathe is chill and it whirls all around
Get's lost in the blackness, then it stumbles down
To the small of my back, where we lie in twos
I coat you in purples, you coat me in blue






Kim is really giving me a migrane with this over-kill of Camera Obscura. One can only take so much.