Movies, Dreams and Gorgeous Faces
Ok, it's your movie house;
you got the doors shut tight;
out here’s ice.
Pacin’ up and down,
collar a chimney;
my cigarette smoke - tension.
Lookin’ at you:
we used t’share the
picture house;
you’re gorgeous.
Twelve thirty, not a flicker;
I turn away, take the
second left;
I'm in my bedroom.
Neon flashing red in my face -
she loves me, loves me
not, loves me.....,
I keep repeating it;
the stammer occupies me.
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