spain

how do i leave this plane

if the rain in spain 

falls mostly on me

myself and 

i

just don’t understand

the bigger plan

i’m plastered to the ceiling 

i’m stuck to the floor bleeding

i need

i want

i desire

desire

i desire desire and i’m not a liar

i just often times don’t tell the truth

but i figure the answer is in you

so fill me in, enlighten me

with your beauty

throw down your long hair

and let me climb up to your

window or throw down

the key and i’ll use the stairs