here are a few of mine...
You will come back within yourself
you can be art when we melt - suburbia
baby, there ain't enough room in this world
For perfection's like you
And monsters like me - the fine art of falling apart
if I roast marshmallows over their bodies
do you think god will still find their souls? - under the influence
In the wilderness uncountable voices
earplugs for the birds and the animals
and blinders for your beast of burden, the will for learning
these books were made for burning - alert status red
The moral of the story there is no moral
What I've been trying to say is what I've been saying all along
I had a dream there was a mermaid swimming in my bathtub
Said life was like an airplane, it'll crash before long - push
You know love is just like riding a bicycle
and riding a bicycle's just another way to get thrown. - as long as you're mine
Love ain