am i terrified or is this salvation?

whats love is love is love is love?

its paranoia and toasters;
the tiny devil beneath your feinding mouth when you say you will

you will, you will with a lock of hair pressed between a finger and thumb

how telling
if you be my holy water for breakfast, i'll never tell of the daughters hidden in your shoes

i'd never tell anyways

darling,we can stay ugly as sin in this light