"Little Earthquakes"

At the start of the week...
Talula kinda knew it was gonna be a Tori week.
Either way -
Come the weekend...
Floating homes and
Thanksgiving
Sky Cafes, Cupcakes and Confetti

Having to say it out loud. That's the hardest part.

The beeping subsides
Artist mimicking and mocking
Insults that were handed out like chiclets at the Tijuana/California border.
SNOW

Non-emotional replies
Screams and cries
constant lies

In between all of these little earthquakes....
thankfully -

was laughter.
Without it Talula would be scratching at the dirt.




"Little Earthquakes"

Yellow bird flying
Get shot in the wing
good year for hunter
And Christmas parties
And I hate and I hate
And I hate and I hate
Elevator music
The way we fight
The way I'm left here silent

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

We danced in graveyards
With vampire till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings
Never afraid to burn
And I hate and I hate
And I hate and i hate
Disintegration
Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

I can't reach you
I can't reach you
Give me life Give me pain
Give me myself again

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces