I don't mind the ticket stubs
Or bruised thumbs
Coffee and cough drops
Litter her purse and live in her throat
I suppose if you broke me I would not see
But I can't help but want.
Slice me open;
I am ready.

She wore a dress, he donned a tie
It was dark and damp and smelled like kerosene and burnt-out matches
But every time the sun comes up
she's not asleep
Don't try to belong to the
Sunset girls
And their rag-a-tag guys
You feel better when you're tiptoeing
to a spinning LP
You won't feel better with your shirt off
and your head far from the clouds

Breaking me; build me; rip me up
This is my body
Laid out for you
This is my dignity
Wrapped in a bow

I can't help but watch
As kids turn older
And turn grayer with the dimming light
But you're fuchsia burning bright
Bright bright
Don't dim out with the pastels
Keeping running 'til your pastry patience runs crust dry

Yeah, I suppose if you saw my eyes
you could see
Every color and none at all
I am the summer
You are the fall
You change and are always on time,
always loved
Keep dancing to the rhythm of your
soul-splattered feet
Spin and twirl
And stay in my arms
I cut you deep and you dare not bleed
Someone believes they're not needed
anymore
Rise above your mistakes, live in your
Love light. Live
like your kaleidoscope kind.