You

It always boils down to you.
I love you.
It every way that an expression can be explained.
Skin to vein.
Needle to threat
Joint to hand.
You, yes you are my man.

Hands clean

I want my hands clean
No one staring at me
Looking for therapy
I want my hands clean
I'm so pure
Im so clean
No one staring at me
I want my hands clean
I want to leave my burdens on the alter
I want to recover
I want my hands clean
I dont want it apart of me
I've fallen because of it
The light hasn't been so much brighter then
I want my hands clean
I want just to be free.

Breakfast in Versailles.

Breakfast in Versailles.
Feeling like dorothy...
Everything just turned to color.
Shades blind my reality.
I'd rather not ask my mother.
Crepes and macoroons
Chanel and garçon
We live in a river.
No movie
No black and white
No fancy motion picture.
So I dream....
Then I cry
Then I think
About breakfast in Versailles....
Some day
One day
I'll finally tell you why.