Come Hither.

Total eclipse of the heart.





Hello, grab your bag and let's go. More out of place than anything you know, like an opera at a disco, when all you wanted was a rock show tonight. These lights, are they hanging in the distance? Did they glimmer for an instant? When they're shining, do you feel alright? Know love, you were looking good tonight, tonight.

And are you terrified by sadness and have you given in to madness? You're running out of places to hide cause everybody's got a reason to justify how they're feeling. Maybe you should open your eyes.

So meet me at my window. At my window. I could use a hero right now, you could use someone to save. Someone like me. Someone who's not brave. Someone who's not free. Meet me at my window.


Because you were the spitting image of deep depression, and I was really starting to wonder if you would make it, and you did.








A lot of the time I'd get that feeling like I was in the middle of a huge black ocean, or deep in space, but not in a fascinating way. It's just everything was incredibly far away from me. It gets worse at night. I started inventing things, and then I couldn't stop.





So don't try to paint your masterpiece under artificial light.





Your correction mistress.