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Waiting on sunday, waiting for the phone to ring. Trapped in purgatory, I crossed an ocean for a heart of gold. I am still searching, and if I find you, will you still remember how in your eyes, I saw a future together... But you just look away in the distance. And I found out where my edge is, it bleeds into where you resist, it can swallow her whole star intact. You sign Prince of Darkness, try Squire of Dimness, so you can make me cum, it doesnt make you Jesus. I can't reach you, you're right next to me, but I need an airplane. I caught a ride with the moon instead, a green limousine for the redhead. As I waved goodbye, and I said -Hey Jupiter, you don't need a spaceship, they don't know that you have already lived on the other side of the galaxy. He just gave me a smile.

He don't show much these days, it gets so fucking cold. I loved his secret places, but I can't go anymore. And I hate the way we fight, the way I'm left here silent. I hate watching us wither. But why do I need you to love me, when you can't hold what I hold dear. I've got your mind, I said, and you say, get out of my garden. You say we'll never make it there. I just thought we both could use a friend to run to.

I ride to work every morning wondering why I was never the fantasy of what you wanted me to be, and nothing I do is good enough for you. She feels she isn't heard, so I turn myself inside out in hope someone will see. And particle by particle, she slowly changes. Past the mission, behind the prison tower, I once knew a hot girl. So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts, well I think it's that girl. Maybe I ain't used to maybes. I know there are pieces of me you've never seen, and maybe she is just pieces of me you've never seen. He said -you have her face and her eyes, but you are not her, she looks like Eve Marie Saint on the waterfront.

Well what's so amazing about really deep thoughts? Boy, you best pray that I bleed real soon, 'cause I thought for you. But I could just pretend that you love me. And she says -Ooh, its so hard to love, when love was your great disappointment. I thought I knew myself so well, and boy, I think you're confused, I'm not Persephone.

But what if I'm a mermaid, that dives for shells with her nautical nuns. And from in the shadow she calls, and in the shadow she finds a way, but no angel came 'cause she's afraid of a light in the dark. I fear that my fear is greater than my faith, she says all I need is therapy. Yeah, things are pretty hard for a calendar girl. But, I hear she still grants forgiveness, although I willingly forgot her, a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath. And on that fateful day, when she was crucified, she wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea by her side. She survived, but she's feeling old because she found all things cold.

Yeah, I got a few friends, somewhere where the orchids grow.. But I still can't find those church bells that played when you died. Don't judge me so harsh, little girl, those angels can't ever take my place.