I'M Just Like You When Blue

Without thinking, I can also turn and lash out with my teeth sharp exposed, do you now, not get this picture in full...right....now..i am just like you, so low from hard up scenes, I wish..I were miles apart, gone from my head, when i lay on those sheets, do you think there of white satin, on which I like, you do so crave, I'm just like you, there filled so far high, to the ceiling down to the floor of nothing but raw abrasive denim, those rosy tears that run down from the moon, are the blues, I have like you.