-Jasmine: No, he's just poor. - Jimmy: See you later.
Jasmine: Angel, these are 200 or 300 bucks! It's ugly, but...
Angel: I have an independently wealthy secret admirer.
I'm going to take one, okay?
Maybe they're from Charlie.
His record deal might have come through.
Just kidding. Just kidding, sweetie.
Oh my God!
- I can't believe it! - You lucky girl.
I know, it's like-- I'm like, so lucky.
DJ: We're gonna kick it into the next gear,
because coming to the stage
is our resident wild child. It's Jo!
( crowd cheering and applauding )
Jo, it's enough!
Dave, get over here. Get Jo off the stage.
Jo: What the fuck is the matter with you?!
What the fuck is the matter with you?
Bobby: Get her off the stage.
( Jo shouting )
Bobby: Angel, get out on stage!
( arguing )
- Jo: Fucking asshole! - Bobby: Is this her shit?
Yes.
You get the fuck out! Get out of here!
Jo: You're a big man, aren't you?
You fucking piece of shit!
- You shit! - Jasmine: Let her go.
Dave, you keep her out of here.
Keep her out of here.
Jo: I want my stuff, Jessie.
- Give me my stuff. - Jessie: Here's your stuff.
Okay, this one's from me.
"Pale shades of gray loft the clouds
Above the bed, half filled.
There is no smile in this room,
No laugh during love.
A pall gently descends over the space,
Once a sanctum, now a hollow shape,
As the sun rises, and my eyes fill with black."
( applause )
Thank you. Thank you. All right.
I have a very special surprise for us today.
I decided to bring up a special mystery guest,
and it's someone who's actually never read before,
so when she comes up, give her a big encouragement.
Let's hear it for Jasmine.
Jasmine.
Come on up.
You don't want to read?
Come on up, give it a try. Let's give her encouragement.
We've all been there. Good luck.
My name is Cathy.
"If in the skylight, tawny afternoon a drift of care
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the morning of your soul, a brush of tenderly imagined lips,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the messy cocktail dregs of a midnight glass, a teardrop falls,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
If in the singing twilight of the dawn, you give your heart unwanted,
It's only love, but gone in the way of everything.
Then what in the hours of your life is love?
It's here and gone,
and gives its name to everything."
( applause )
All right, well...
that's it for today. So we'll see everybody next time,
and thanks a lot.
I'll see you later, okay?
( people chatting )
Why did you call my name? I didn't ask you to call my name.
I don't even know you.
That poem was really great.
Cathy...
that was really great. I don't know what to say.
Yeah, well, thanks.
Do you have any more?
- Yeah. - You got to get up and read.
That's all. You've got to get up and read.
- Why? - Because you're good.
I hate to disappoint you, but you're really good.
Who is it?
It's... it's me.
It's you?
Yeah, I was sitting in my apartment.
That's me.
This woman I used to be with, Maria...
she was beautiful.
She was a painter.
She painted that thing.
She was North African, she had that pretty heavy accent.
She lived in Paris, New York, all over the place,
and she had me sit five weeks.
Five weeks to do that thing.
You sit still for five weeks, huh?
You can't sit still for five minutes.
Yeah...
And she would talk to me.
She would talk about...
shapes and colors,
Iight, shadow, all that stuff-- painter shit,
and then she would use all of that,
and that's what popped this thing to life.
She could look at your body,
and she would paint you,
but she would bring out the shit that you never see.
You know what I mean?
She was a wild girl, too.
When she got tired in the afternoon, she said,
"Eddie, you want to eat? "
Jasmine: I was alone in this room-- in this apartment
that I used to live with in Seattle.
He had a lot of books, so I would sit and read all day.
One day I just couldn't stand it any longer,
and I shut the blinds and...
kneeled on the floor and--
bawling my eyes out, and I wrote it.
I tore it up.
I can't believe you want to hear this stuff.
Were you stripping then?
Yeah.
I was working up in Seattle. How do you know I'm a stripper?
This kid who works for me said he saw you dance.
Tell him I said hi.
In this dream I had last night-- remember that cat
Johnny Washington I got in a fight with in San Diego?
I don't remember him on purpose.
I saw my knife, my hand cutting, and cutting his face,
blood getting on everything, blood all over.
Strange, man. Then I couldn't wash my hands.
Remember that phone call?
The girl crying I played for you the other day?
Erase it.
I would have erased it last week,
I would have said, fuck the bitch, man...
but...
this week, I can't say, fuck the bitch, you know?
You got some herb with you?
Yeah.
Why don't you roll us a joint?
So, do you go to strip clubs?
No.
Yeah, you don't seem like the type.
Yeah? What's the type?
You know, married, lonely...
This kid who works for me, Jorge--
Yeah, he's the kind of kid that goes.
He said you're on the billboard.
Yeah, the Blue Iguana has a couple.
I'm only on one, since my tits are small.
I'll get them done.
So are you the kind of guy who likes big tits?
( chuckling ) Actually, you know what?
I'm not used to that line of questioning,
to tell you the truth.
All right.
Do you have any other writers at your club?
Maybe we could change the whole venue.
I don't know what you're doing with me.
What?
You should be with that French girl.
She's a good poet.
I really want to kiss you.
- Okay. - No, I really want to kiss you.
I want to kiss the poet.
Do you have a problem with me dancing?
No.
Angel.
Yeah?
I have something for you.
Again?
- Oh my God! What is it? - Open it up.
Wow!
Both: Oh my God!
Angel: Look at that!
Angel: Oh my God!
Jewels!
Yes, it's jewels.
And look...
Charlie!
Hey, baby!
- Charlie: Guess what? - Charlie?!
Charlie: They don't want me.
You want to know why?
'Cause I fucking hang out with skanks like you!
Charlie!
Charlie: Aren't you pretty?
Aren't you fucking pretty? Just to fuck morals!
- Come here! - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Charlie.
I met someone.
Okay... what's his name?
- Dennis. - Dennis, and?
And?
And I think-- I don't know.
He's a poet.
He runs that thing at the Coffee Ground, and...
he likes my poetry, so...
So you're gonna go to San Francisco with Dennis?
Yeah, he invited me up there. There's this big slam and...
And you're going to support him stripping?
No. I don't know. No.
I thought we'd just kind of write together--
Does he know what you do?
Yeah, and he's fine with it.
Yeah, he really fucking loves my poetry,
so he thinks that I can, you know...
get published or something.
Does he love you?
I don't know, I just met him three days ago.
That's really a smart thing to do then.
I think you should go to San Francisco with Dennis the poet
whom you met three days ago and write poetry and support him.
I need some more fucking cigarettes.
- Jo: Bad! You are bad! Very bad! - Man: Very, very bad!
- Man: I've had a bad week-- - I don't care about your week.
I don't care about your week. Are you hungry?
- Man: Yes, Mistress, starving. - All right...
- there you go, eat! - Thank you, Mistress.
Jo: All right, enough of this shit.
It's time to take the little wormy for a walk.
Get down on the ground.
Get down on the ground and crawl. Crawl!
Crawl like the sub-human creature that you are--
- ( knocking on door ) - Who the fuck is that?
All right, you stay right here.
Jessie, what are you doing here?
Hi, I just--
It's 3:00 a.m. What the fuck are you doing?
I thought you needed company tonight.
Well, you thought wrong. I have company.
- Goodbye. - Who is that?
Jessie, I'm in the middle of something, can't you tell?
I have a life. Can you go?
Angel said you might need company on account of the baby.
Angel thought wrong.
Company is the last thing I need. You got to go.
- Jessie: Hi! - Man: Hi!
Jo: Don't talk to him. He's being punished, okay?
Anyway, he doesn't exist, he's just a pathetic worm.
Get down on the floor! Did I tell you to sit up?
Get down on the floor!
I don't want any conversation from you!
Jessie, get up.
- Jessie: You have been a bad boy! - I have, Mistress.
All right. Stop!
You don't talk to her.
Don't talk to her, okay?
Can't you see we're in the middle of something?
Come here, sit down.
- Jessie: I want to play. - Jo: I'm not playing.
This is business. Do you think I'd have fun with this?
- This is a client. - Jessie: Do you mind if I stay?
- Man: I wouldn't-- - Don't talk. Shut up!
Get down on the ground.
Are you hungry, worm? Are you thirsty?
Drink! Drink the fucking vodka!
Keep your head-- Jessie! Don't drink that.
That's disgusting. It's dirty.
Man: May I have two mistresses?
No, you are not having two mistresses.
Jessie, you have to get out of here.
Jessie: No, Jo. Let me stay. I have nowhere to go.
Let's not get all melodramatic.
All right. Come here. Get up. Stand up.
What are you looking at?
Jessie: Do you mind if I stay tonight?
- Man: No. - Jessie: He doesn't mind.
Jo: Your opinion doesn't count.
Jessie...
what happened to you?
What the fuck is this? Who did that?
Did Charlie hit you?
No, I just want to have a slumber party.
Man: You should put ice on it.
Jo: Can you stay out of this?
Jessie: Let's have a slumber party.
Jessie, get up. You don't know where he's been.
Come on, sweetheart. Lie down and sleep it off.
This isn't a place for kids.
Jessie: I don't want to. I want to play.
Jo: All right, you win. Stay here,
but no more than one night, 'cause I have a life.
- But I want to play. - No. You lie here.
Be very quiet, and sleep it off.
And don't bother me while I'm doing business with the nice man.
Man: Just when you get back...
( whistling ) Officer.
Officer, could you help me with--
could you help me take a picture of my--
I want to take a picture of myself in front of it.
- Is that you? - Yeah.
Really?
I'm a lot smaller in person.
But, um...
See, I think I'm only getting my hat.
You realize you're not supposed to be down here?
Angel: Um...
sorry, I'll leave as soon as I--
I just wanted to get a good shot of my picture.
- All right. - Thanks.
- Officer: Is it ready to go? - Yeah. There.
A little wider. Can you take it a little wider?
- You mean back? - Yeah.
Angel: How is that?
I got it all.
Ready? Cheese.
- Cheese. - Cheese.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Did anyone ever tell you you look like Fred Gwynne?
You know, the guy who was Herman Munster?
No one has ever told me that.
I really like him. He's the great--
Shit!
I locked my keys in my car and I have to be at work!
Oh no!
Damn it! You have a hanger?
This side's open.
Would you unlock this door for me?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Angel: This is the lock.
Ma'am, is this marijuana?
I think it's uh-- it's an herbal cigarette.
Step around to the side of the car, please.
I-- I did not inhale. I--
Step around at the side of the car. It will take a minute.
Well, it's probably just oregano.
You should have it examined 'cause I don't feel stoned.
I'll have it examined. It'll take a second.
- It won't be long. - Do you have to handcuff me?
I'm afraid I do. This will take a minute.
You can find me at the Blue Iguana every day.
I'm really a good person,
- and I have respons-- - Just stand still for a few minutes.
I'll take a look at the car for your license and registration.
Okay, but I have responsibilities,
and children I might need to be a role model for,
and if I get a record, it will be really bad.
I understand. Is this your purse?
Yeah, that fuzzy-- the pink.
- Officer: This? - Yeah.
Officer, is there any way you could--
I'm gonna pay that. I got an extension, and I--
Officer: Which one is your wallet?
It's the one that say Bad Motherfucker on it.
Did you ever see Pulp Fiction?
No, I never saw it.
John Travolta's career came back after--
I was sick when they took that picture.
- A lot of bills, ma'am. - Yeah, they're all ones.
You can have some.
Officer: What are these?
They are my friend Jo's vitamins for her pregnancy.
I think.
Is there any way that-- Officer--
that maybe you could forget about this?
Because I'm really a good person.
You can come down to the Blue Iguana.
They let LAPD all the time for free, 'cause we're a clean club.
- Is that right? - Eddie gets mad.
Our managers sometimes can't get them out of the club
because they like it so much.
My friend Jo works with a lot of LAPD guys.
- She's really beautiful-- - I'm going to ask--
- She'd really like you. - I'm happy to hear that.
Stay by the car for a couple of minutes
while I go run the license and registration, all right?
- Okay. Is that necessary? - It is. I'll be back.
Officer, is this going to be on the news--
No, no. It's gonna be okay.
I really can't-- I don't--
I always wanted to be in the Enquirer but not for getting arrested.
I thought maybe if I had a handsome hunk or a nice dress...
Is there-- is--
- Shit! - It won't take a minute.
Okay.
Shit!
- Hi, Eddie. - Where's Jasmine?
She wasn't feeling too well.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
# Dance me to the wedding now #
# Dance me on and on #
# Dance me very tenderly #
# And dance me very long... #
- Oh fuck! - What's the matter?
Fuck! Fuck!
- You have to go to work? - No. No.
You want me to call your boss?
- I'll call him. - No! Fuck off. No!
- Don't call him. - Fuck off. What's his name?
Nothing.
Okay, I'd like to talk to Mr. Nothing, please?
- No! - Okay.
Don't. I want to stay here.
Okay. All right.
But I want to smoke.
You have a great ass.
You can hit it.
I don't want to hit it. I want to kiss it.
You want to kiss my ass?
Thank you.
# Lord I love you in so many ways #
# Lord I love you each and every day #
# But now is the time when I must ask you why #
# Why must we live and why must we die? #
# Well I'm looking for answers #
# Looking for answers that nobody knows... #
Hi, Eddie.
Sorry I'm late.
Better make it good, girl.
I have very bad cramps.
- Yeah, really bad cramps. - I'm here.
That's a prize winner. You're here late, God damn it!
Where the fuck were you? You couldn't call?
I need VIP night off.
Goddamn, you're priceless.
Eddie, I can't work anyway. My cramps are so bad.
Your cramps are killing you! How long have you worked here?
You've worked here a year, right?
When was the last time you got off for cramps?
- Never! - What's your problem?
What's my problem? I don't want you to tell me a goddamn lie!
- Jo and Angel have-- - This ain't about Jo and Angel!
I run this motherfucker.
I'm asking you what the goddamn deal really is.
So don't tell me about no fucking period!
I can't. I can't. I can't.
I'll come back on Monday. I'll work the rest of the week.
- I need the weekend off. - Tomorrow night, you're dancing.
You're one of my star girls. I need you.
You come in late and ask for tomorrow off?
- What's the big deal? - I need to know!
What?
The truth.
The goddamn truth.
Don't fuck with me, Jasmine.
You tell me what's up.
I can't. I can't.
What the fuck do you care about anyway?
You don't care about anyone else in here!
I care because I care, God damn it!
Don't treat me like trash!
I'm not-- I have a life and I need the weekend off.
You ain't got no life! This is your life!
You got that?
You ain't got no friends.
Two minutes after you walk out of here,
one of your double-crossing friends
will come in here and snitch on your ass!
- Don't fuck with me. - I fucking quit!
- God damn you! - Sorry.
- Don't fuck my shit up! - You have your life. I have mine.
You ain't got a life!
( motor running )
Miss Willow?
It's Sarah.
( knocking on door )
Sarah: Miss Willow?
( knocking )
Becky?
Hello?
( answering machine beeping )
Dennis: Hey, it's me. Okay, let's see...
I've taken care of the registration. We're both signed up.
I got our names signed up.
So, I put your name up there for the open read.
Don't be scared, there's a lot of people,
but there's strength in numbers.
It will be really good.
Call me back so I know
what time to get together with you. Bye.
( beep )
- Bobby: Jimmy, what's your favorite? - And God Spoke.
- Bobby: Is that a fuck movie? - This place looks a little different.
Jimmy: Hey, Eddie, what it is?
Go to my car and get the box I left in there.
- Jimmy: No problem. - Eddie: Bobby...
Bobby: What?
Start things up with this.
Call Jo.
I'm not calling her.
You want to call her? Call her.
All right, I'll call her.
Bobby: You're bringing her back to work?
We need everybody.
You got to rent Behind the Green Door,
'cause the trapeze scene is hot.
Bobby, did you see the glasses on my desk?
I saw them sitting there last night.
- They ain't here. - I don't have them.
The motherfucking broads!
Maybe the girls borrowed them for the opera.
( loud music playing outside )
( whistling )
Man: Hey, how are you?
Jo: Hey, Eddie!
- Eddie: This is Nico. - Bobby: Let me help you.
Let me get you a place here.
- Jasmine: That's Angel's seat. - It used to be.
- Jasmine: That's Angel's stuff. - Let me know if you need anything.
( girls chatting )
Excuse me?
- Jo: That's Angel's seat. - Nico: Eddie gave it to me.
Hello, porn star?
- This is Angel's seat. - Bobby: Mind your own business.
Bobby: Don't start with me again.
Will I have to haul you back to work?
- Get your ass out on the floor! - Jo: Fuck you!
You should take care of this. Everybody takes advantage of Angel.
Oh, that's so sweet.
- Dave: $1 5, please. - I'd like to see Jasmine.
- What? - I'd like to see Jasmine.
Is it important? We're busy tonight.
- Yeah. I'm a friend of hers. - Hold on a second.
Hey, Jasmine. You got a Dennis out front.
You want me to toss him?
No, I'm on next, aren't I?
Give him a good seat. He can watch me.
I'll throw the little boy to the lions.
DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, let's keep going.
Please welcome to the stage, Jasmine!
( applause )
( electronica music playing )
# In my dreams I'm dying all the time #
# As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind #
# I never meant to hurt you #
# I never meant to lie #
# So this is goodbye #
# This is goodbye #
( whistling )
# Tell the truth, you never wanted me #
# Tell me #
# In my dreams I'm jealous all the time... #
Something I can do for you tonight?
How much for a blow?
1 00 bucks.
Yeah, I can handle that.
Look at me. Look at my eyes.
Yeah.
- Man: Hey. - Hi.
Do you want to sit down?
Stormy: Sure.
Stormy: I'm so sorry.
No, there's nothing to be sorry about.
No.
There's nothing to be sorry about.
I'm looking at this room with you in it...
Stormy: I feel safe. I feel safe now.
Make love to me.
- I can't. I can't. - Okay.
-I'm getting married-- - Shh...
( both weeping )
DJ: Nico!
( crowd cheering )
# She floats like a swan #
# Grace on the water #
# Lips like sugar #
# Just when you think you've caught her #
# She glides across the water #
# She calls for you tonight #
# To share this moonlight #
# You'll flow down her river #
# She'll ask and you'll give her #
# Lips like sugar #
# Sugar kisses #
# Lips like sugar #
# Sugar kisses... #
Yes, is Harry Goldberg in?
Yes, Ed Hazel.
I'm a friend.
Has he gone away?
No.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks a lot.
DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, the fabulous Nico,
- the one and only. - ( crowd cheering )
DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, the heavenly Angel!
- ( cheering ) - Nico: Are you Angel?
I think you're up.
( Angel mumbles to herself )
Okay, never mind.
# I'm crashing on your doorstep #
# Your smile in my head #
# You always walk away #
# But every time I look at you #
# I can't believe I'll ever love again #
( whistling )
# I didn't mean to make you cry #
# Or make you love so hard #
# Didn't mean to make you say goodbye #
# Or fall apart tryin' #
# Shakin' on the floor... #
Jo: Hey, fellows, how is it going?
Excuse my breasts, I'm lactating.
I can't get too excited, 'cause then my rubber rolls up.
( chuckling )
#...I'll never love again #
# No-o-o #
# You know you've gotta trust me #
# Even when I'm goin' wrong #
# You know you've gotta love me #
# Over and over again #
# Till it's gone... #
Dave!
Don't move. It's you, isn't it?
Dave! Don't move.
Dave, can you help me with my money?
Please, could you pick it up? Don't move!
DJ: That Angel, everybody.
- Show her your love. - ( applause )
It's the one-- the flowers--
Jasmine, it's the guy-- the flower guy is out there.
Oh my God, he's the most dreamy thing.
You know, the guy with the red dress?
Do you have anything to straighten me out?
Fuck!
( slow music playing )
# It's three miles to the river #
# That would carry me away #
# It's two miles to the dusty street #
# That I saw you walk today #
# It's four miles to my lonely room #
# Where I will hide my face #
# It's about half a mile to the downtown bar #
# That I ran from in disgrace #
# Lord, how long am I gonna keep on running? #
# Seven hours, seven days, or seven years? #
# All I know is, since you've been gone, #
# I feel like I'm drowning in a river #
# Drowning #
# In a river of tears #
# Drowning in a river #
# Feel like I'm drowning #
# Drowning in a river #
# In three more days, I'll leave this town #
# And disappear without a trace... #
Angel: What? What? Wait a minute.
What are you going away for?
Wait a minute!
Oh my God!
Oh my God.
Oh my God!
Jo: Jessie?
Yeah?
Jo: I can't sleep.
Are you okay?
Jo: Do you want to come join me?
Sure.
Sing something.
# River running deep #
# Carry me in my sleep #
# I want to escape this night #
# And wait till the calm daylight #
# 'Cause tomorrow will be #
# A good thing. #
Do you have a light?
Yeah.
Thank you.
You can go home now.
- Can I? - Yeah.
What time is it?
I don't know. 3:30?
Why are you still here?
- Why are you still here? - Good fucking question.
Who knows?
I guess I fell asleep.
Is that what happened?
Yeah, you were asleep for a long time.
Could be worse.
You have pretty hair.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, I forgot your name.
So do I.
It's...
Nico.
- Nico. - Yeah.
What are you writing?
What?
I'm just trying to keep you here.
I hate this part.
- Going home? - No.
It's an awkward fucking transition, you know?
It's like-- it's just three more hours till sunset-- sunrise.
Where's your next gig?
You travel around a lot, right?
Yeah.
So where do you live?
At a hotel. Hotels.
Where do you live?
I lost my house.
No big deal.
What are you writing?
What?
You write, right?
That's what you do. You write.
You're a writer.
It's so fucking funny.
I mean, you writers,
you all write and you never want to read what you wrote.
So you strip all night here
and then you sit back here and write.
I'm safe.
I won't remember it tomorrow.
Is it a song?
No, I don't write songs.
Is it a story?
No.
I write poems.
Poetry.
I have a friend--
I had a friend who used to write poetry.
He used to call me and he'd read them to me.
He wrote really good poems.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- It's hard to write good poems. - ( chuckles )
It would really...
be nice to hear a poem again.
Please?
"When light shattered across the floor
And briefly, there was a thunder between us,
If your eyes had held water, it would have not spilled.
And when we peeled aside the dreams,
the skin underneath was still young.
When all was black,
you smoothed aside the words and said,
It's there, the light.
When you want it, it'll be waiting for you.'
A certain peace came into your eyes
That this was no different,
That this was so different, yet every bit the same,
And your hands stilled with satisfaction.
You did this without touch,
So that, all around me,
your hands stood shaped like shelters.
All around me there was room,
And after each hour,
the hallways outside were like caverns.
And around the corner and down the stairs, there lurked as always
Light, as ever, light."
Is it about a guy?
No.
Is it about you?
No.
Maybe.
I'm sorry, I just had a bad day.
- You have a light? - Yeah.
What is it about?
It's about--
You know how--
You know, like when you're in here,
and it's always dark.
It's always like 1 :00 a.m.
It's about...
morning...
stuff inside you.
Stuff inside you.
Me too.
It's a nice poem.
Thank you.
You know what a cryptographer is?
Bobby: I never paid attention in school.
It's a code breaker.
During the war.
That's what Harry was.
There are only two or three of them in the whole world.
And Harry was one of them.
He was the best, man.
That shit's going to kill you, boy.
I hope so.
- You want to get something to eat? - Sure.
Bobby: You know, I'll give that old Jew one thing.
I hope to God, when I'm that old, I'll still love pussy like he does.
Even if I have to use binoculars to see it.
Bobby: Have you ever sang?
- Eddie: Sang? - Bobby: Yeah.
Like, in public, in front of people?
- Eddie: Yeah, a long time ago. - Bobby: You did?
Did you get nervous?
Yeah.
'Cause Jessie's going over to Dimples this afternoon.
They know a place over in Burbank-- karaoke--
and a bunch of the girls are going. So...
- Eddie: Our girls? - Yeah.
Jessie said everybody can sing, so I thought--
Eddie: Fuck, our girls can sing?
God damn!
This Russian motherfucker got shot.
And some shot. Right through the heart.
In the window of his house in Woodland Hills.
Bobby: Quick way to go.
Bobby: I thought if you weren't doing anything,
if you'd drop by, we could do it together.
Like a duet. Frank and Sammy kind of thing.
- Eddie: What time is it? - 3:00.
Ah no, man.
I'll be asleep.
# With eyes of fire #
# No one can see #
# The smoke from the sweet grass #
# Covers me #
# I am drawn #
# I am drawn to her #
# Like a moth to a flame #
# She leads me down #
# Unbound #
# I am lost #
# Has anybody seen me? #
# I am lost #
# Nothing is forgotten #
# Only left behind #
# Wherever I am #
# She leads me down #
# Unbound #
# No borders, no fences #
# No walls #
# No borders, no fences #
# Like a moth to a flame #
# She leads me down #
# Unbound #
# No borders, no fences #
# Unbound #
# No borders, no fences #
# Unbound #