I'll remainder on the couch.
I'll unzip the grey duster.
See the pure soul
I'll take the beret off.
I'll hide my heart in it
Who wants to beat for you
Out of my pocket, I'm going to take out the broken lines.
I'll read you one.
Maybe you'll soften.
You will take me into your life
I'll sing poetry
Clean at Last
I'll wash my feet.
I've come a long way.
from birth to lies and fires
I'd die without forgiveness.
Under the bridge of life
