Unbeknownst to me they quit
I develop my own
Don’t be scared of your quick wit
You could use my cell phone
Have not paid the bill
Are we still overcrowded?
Please, there’s nothing to see
Hold her hand she turns cold
Already saving the world
Inappropriate to say
And much less to imply
Wrapped in pages of decay
Wait until the road’s dry
Opportunities to be
Seen upon a new throne
Only hide within in your reach
You can use my cell phone
