Debbie Hickey:
You're one with the burdon of intuition.
Debbie Hickey:
You're one with the dust on that old piano.
Debbie Hickey:
You're one with the strangers you overheard.
Debbie Hickey:
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down, As the one that's gonna pick you up.
Debbie Hickey:
Need to grow older with a girl like you
Debbie Hickey:
all you have to do is cry
Debbie Hickey:
photographs and brightly colored paper are your mask you wear in this caper
Debbie Hickey:
I barely know who you are
Debbie Hickey:
I woke dreaming we had broke
Debbie Hickey:
Lisa Loeb glasses I'd sure like to ask you to stay, don't go.
Debbie Hickey:
We were here
Debbie Hickey:
Your voice is the splinter inside me
Debbie Hickey:
You're Sylvia Plath As you drift from the bath.
Debbie Hickey:
one look just might save me