I played connect the dots with her beauty marks and I ended up with picture perfect sheet music. I read her musical notes with the composers eye and heard our song for the first time my spine is still tingling. Mental images of her fine tune is what I've been noddin my head to latly and every now and then you can catch my humming her nudity under my heavy breath. I heavily suggest you ressurect you ancient neglected dust collector if you distrust the disness in my seldom plucked heart strings shit stripped before your full length preform your reflection backwards maybe then you'll understand the rythem in my movements. Listen when the news accends extend when the rules are bent I'll be waiting to take your lead, make me a victim of your two-step make me an apprentice of your body parts teach me the dance to your beauty marks. I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care its hopeless, its hopeless, its hopelessness, its hopelessness holding this open this to blow a kiss but close your lips but don't throw a fist at this vocalist I'm not emotionless in fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list of all those I miss......THIS is my poker face.....mister feel nothing
