i know it s harder the length from your shoulder to your hungry eyes to your bloated mind the flower of judah paints not a picture but a tasteless life that i abide by who love has taken that razor sharp humor that you used to wear in summer weather our labour to gather up strangers who grow bitter from the weight and ties of love combined with wealth if you want it you should just ask for it when love is now love through all of the broken blades of grass that stained your school blouse when you need it don t feel desperate we all need it the same as you do when you need her don t just grab her aye it s clearer that she don t recognize you at all1