The first time I loved I loved his car and the feeling of his hands under my bradidn’t really matter whose they were  The first time I loved I liked the way it sounded to hear my name roll off his lips and having somebody’s arm round my hips didn’t really care if it was going anywhereThe first time I loved it was a drug I took to drown out my own thoughts  of course i knew better than to think ...

I want to be your cemetery, the place where you lay to rest all the bodies that came before me.

peel off my clothes  hold me down to the bed  make a home out of my body  leave as quickly as you came

I saw a Magpie on a Gravestone. As I sent my salute, it nodded and flew away.   That day, what had I done? Well we went to the woods, those yearning learning boughs, and crept between the covers of the leaves and shared each other, Well they shared, those two did, and she with her own, and him with his own and again. I am without. I see the stream, the overpass I hear the train, oh, that Garden...