Bookworm
Smiles aren't enough
We touch and talk about
The things that make us tough
We don't agree on much, yet
Careful with love
It takes a stab wherever it's
Boney arm can shove

Then twists inside your lungs
Nobody has to know
What we have/haven't done
Keep it to yourself

Send out your doves
May they return with branches of
Olive soaked in blood
Of men who lost their lives at sea
Careful with hate
It burns a hole wherever its
Spiteful eyes can gaze
The radio's off
Cause we know all the songs
We've read all our books
Because the tv doesn't turn on