Enough Said

I’m a creature of habit

Without a routine

I’m a L.A. sunset

In a New York scene

You’re a shallow grave

Don’t dig too deep

You’re an open mind

That’s half-asleep

Is it enough?

to say I’m feeling

Head on the floor

Feet on the ceiling

He’s got auburn cares

She’s got porcelain sin

Colors gone black

The end can begin

They make heartless passion

And mindless thoughts

Together all alone

Disconnect the thought

 

Hearts worn on their sleeves

Fleeting on the inside

Driving on the parkway

Parked on the drive

In a New York scene