tip my cup
all my doors are open.
cut my thoughts for coconuts
all my eggs are broken.
crosby stills and nash
loveeee my room.
I headed West, I was a man on the move
New York had lied to me, I needed the truth
Oh, I need somebody, needed someone I could trust
I don’t gamble, but if I did I would bet on us
Like the Dead Sea,
You told me I was like the Dead Sea
You’ll never sink when you are with me
Oh Lord, like the Dead Sea
Whoa, I’m like the Dead Sea
The finest words you ever said to me
Honey can’t you see,
I was born to be, be your Dead Sea
“and I pray one prayer—-I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—-Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—-haunt me, then! Be with my always—-take any form—-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul”