Flavors

*there was a red light coughing up a room of blood

And there were forecast seven inches of snow

And there were two tunes playing in my head at once

Arguing guitar and drums



There was a lover standing by a bed

With a cigarette burning in her hand

And there were moonbeams playing on her porcelain flesh

*i caught the arrow while it shot



Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues,

You were the only fool i ever wanted to make love to.

Even within my youth i denied i wanted to,

You were the only fool i ever wanted to make love to.



But as her bed made