quiver when in a moment
i am moving
ask me for candy
i'm asking for caramel
it's quiet in my sleep
i dream rows of days
all sleepy a little
all hazy and incorrect
once i wanted someone else
he tasted like incubus
and i fell for his face
his disorders
his heart
but i got lost
too fast
in generation y?
coca cola became my favorite
and i withdrew from the night