birthday girl blue dress soft face embrace in such foreignness three birthdays this spring mark this darkness with some blossoming the deep world i knew it was because of you although the volvo is running well i can smell some sorrowful fumes the blacktop of the ihop was scorched for us a chorus of buzzing street lamps still looms hotel rooms oregon i can t keep up the recording of our days so slick bit my nail down to the quick after the laughter does rise and swell like a bell it falls back to earth there it is it perishes where it fell straight to hell now what is it worth but birthday girl