The fog over Newark holds hands with the frosting of winter that lingers and sings through my lips the car glides so harshly to punish the pavement mocking The Garden State Now I see your icy eyes, they are fixed stiff balloons in your head betwixt the pillow and my bony hips you can find me out in a towel with my eyebrows furrowed and shivering thinking, "My god, I am spread so terribly thin" The driver is speeding New Jersey is bleeding but all I can see are daydreams of what you'll be your nostrils are flaring your wild eyes are blaring and Br'er is staring at you your music is covering my eyes like a child would and watery faces are swimming and drowning your features are branded in my state of static as you melodramatically pour into me Now I see your thoughts written across your cheeks your eyes darting all around the street escape routes in every nook and cranny you can find me under a towel with my eyebrows furrowed and shivering thinking, "My god, I am spread so terribly thin"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
