theres a girl i know with her eyes in her hair and her tics nested  behind her teeth. her smile is painted on her fingers in black nail po

lish but she sees it as happily as any yellow july day. i dont think sh

e knows i love her yet -- maybe she did once but has lost it in broken 

promises and lonely red nights. i cant be sure, but i think she has los

t the love people have for her in the love unreturned she has for othe

r people