Words, They Climb All Over You/'til They

I Like The Touch And The Smell Of All The Pretty Dresses You Wear.

Dream Big And Surround Yourself With Brilliance, Even If You End Up Dressed Up Like A Flower Or A Sexually Transmitted Disease.

Self-conscious, Uncertain, I'm Showered By The Dust. But The Spirit Enters Into Me And I Submit To Trust.

Artists Everywhere Steal Mercilessly All The Time And I Think This Is Healthy.

I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days Pass And This Emptiness Fills My Heart.