151 words on Adam Green
Picture a place that's far from danger
a nicer place to cash you chips.
I'm not the one holding you hostage,
squeezed in between my lips.
We're not supposed to be lovers
or friends, like they'd have us believe.
We're not supposed to know each other,
accept my apology.
I was a babe stuck in a tree branch,
banging on my rusty cradle bars;
until I stole your middle finger,
now who's the one in charge?
We're not supposed to be lovers
or friends, like they'd have us believe.
We're not supposed to know each other,
accept my apology.
Vain/Vein (?), underground, fist, face, down
bruise/ooze (?) as they heal my pain.
Food on the flight, breakfast bite
drop from the orange juice crane.
Picture a person you've forgotten
kissing your brother or your friend
picture a wounded entertainer
combing his hair again.Adam Green,We're not supposed to be Lovers