I did a sick, sick thing to my love.
My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up.
And she cooks me food.
She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key.

She left her man unattended to me.
Don't call me that.
Don't claim you love me
cause you know that ain't true.

And you're finally free
to twist and turn like a skeleton key.

You've gotta let me know.
You've gotta let me know.

I did a horrible thing to that girl.
I bread my misery and drowned it in her.
And she got me high,
And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes.

And I miss you less and less everyday.
This stream of whisky helps to wash you away.

And it's clear to see,
You're nothing special.
You're a skeleton key.

You've gotta let me know.

I like the surreal danger that we live with. I like hands. I like the small of her back. I like old pictures and older memories. I like to know that someone loves me. I like to touch just enough so they never want to stop touching me. I like red lipstick and hearing about it all. I love being.

Too many.

The New Pornographers, Coldplay, Belle and Sebastion, DJ caffeine, Death Cab For Cutie, Mates of state, The Mars Volta, Spoon, Margot and the Nuclear so and so's, Chris Brown, Sugur Ros, Smashing Pumpkins, Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, Spice Girls, Daft Punk,B2K, etc.

Too many.

LOTR, Harry Potter, Garden State, Howells Moving Castle, Spirited Away, Star Wars, But I'm A Cheerleader, Sex and The City, Hedwig, Fear and Loathing

Coffee, small pillows, picture frames from goodwill, Oregon, California, small towns, skyscrapers, shopping with envy, Laptops, scarfs on cold summer nights, living.