Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
My hand has no warmth
As it holds itself up to the oven, yet
(... a room that looks like mine
I’ll give you a room with a look like mine)
Oh, look at likeness
Liking itself in here
Keep dying standing up
I can’t feel the kiss
From the time that I’m in
Is it giving one
And don’t I work for one
I want to be good
At every single thing
Do they understand
Why it is I can’t
Do they understand
Why it is I can’t
Do they understand
Why it is I can’t
Do they