But then, I am a crazy fuck too
And two crazy fucked up lives
Can they make up for a lack of love?
These rootless words mean nothing
But words are dreams to hold on to
All these rootless, wordless, endless dreams
Can they make up for lack of love?
Love that we spoke of, had no love
Tainted bedspreads, bottled water
Windowsills of leisure,
rolling arms of pleasure
No love, not love, what love?
Whose lack of love can make up
For all this talk of love without love?
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