u gave me yr mix

we're like outlawsnyc punk art rockerswe have our secret places in the citylike the secret spots on our bodiesand secret meanings in our mixesour love blooms orange and redflowers and flames, the happy and sad feelings between songs...memories form dark twists beneath the surfaceof soft spring soilbut everything's okit's all as it should belove and lossrise and fallsweetness and light--the earth