WATCH ME BREAKDANCE

Last night
I saw a wolf under spotlight
defending the bad guys
as if he knew
I was flirting with forgiveness.
I wanted to climb up you.
I'm not taking names.
I think we should go to vegas.
Crawl into your lap while, bleed like the Thames.

I keep thinking it's tomorrow.
I keep putting it off.
Where do you get off
singing "oh my god, oh my god".
I'd take out the O's, but how would you know that.

He looked like my favorite time,
my favorite lover, mine.
I'm flooded with signs
as if he knew
I was caught in the red smoke.
You didn't fall through,
because you're not taking hands.
I think we should watch him choke.
Rolling in the dirt and skipping the band.

I'd keep running
because I don't do talk.
He's getting cold,
but how would you know,
singing "fucking hell, fucking hell."
Write it all up, but where do you cut the line?

He doesn't like to sleep alone,
but I wish his arms were bigger.
Detach but I will spend the next two hours
wishing he were stronger.
He's taking off when handing out,
but I distort the sound.
Detach and I will spend the next eighty days
wishing he could throw me down.