Bye.

I've met blue lips

So true, they'd make love inside

Two at a time.

May all these cold tears shatter before they whisper goodnight

Kill the lights.

She likes to think of you as somebody else.

Now don't be all so sure that you know what's next

There's something on your chest

Who's this stiff-heeled that took you out to see more light?

Cool as ice.

A blue tulip moves foot to foot and catches their eyes

Namaste.

He likes to think of you as somebody else

He may seem dry and pure, but don't get obsessed.

It's something I'm into too.

Oh, my God.

Yes.