Everyone knows, of course they do
A little bit of change
Taliban 1 Our Lot 0
At the end of the day, all things being equal
I go back to the garden, the dark garden
Looks like you took a wrong turn
You asked for a man. You got me.
My mother could not look at me
We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.
From my navel, heading south
Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker
Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment
The true function of love
Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts
You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff