Creative Company Lyrics

Does she know, as she strives to be the maker of somebody's life

That these cold cughing colors belong to another?

That we're breaking skin with ballpoint pins?

I am slow,

Though I'm certain that's in relation to the speed of your hand

When you shed all your skin

as a refusal to be broken in ,

did you hide under covers mistaking us as lovers?

I'm sorry friend,

But you've been broken in.

I am slow, though I'm certain our mouths are more efficient than our speedy little friends

This is why you were not right for me.



And here the daylight goes...