Jun. 28th, 2008

desertions: (And I Descend From Grace In Arms Of Unde)

She was hungry
So hungry
She was trying to think clear

She kept opening the fridge door
Staring at the mustard and the beer

Then finally she went out into the rain
Carrying her bicycle chain
And her feet were the pedals
While her appetite steered
And after that she just followed her nose
And fate is not just
Whose cooking smells good
But which way the wind blows


She lay down in her party dress
And never got up
Needless to say
She missed the party
She just got sad
Then she got stuck


She was bending
Like something brittle
Trying hard to bend

She was numb
With the terror
Of losing her best friend
We never see things changing
We only see them ending

And some vicious whispering voice kept saying
You have no choice
You have....

’cause when I look at you I squint
You are that beautiful
And my pussy is a tractor
And this is a tractor pull
And I am haunted
By my illicit exquisite dream
But I can’t really wake up
So I just drift in between
Thinking the glass is half-empty
And thinking it’s not quite full

The pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
Try to hit the brakes and you slide
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The pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
Try to hit the brakes and you
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desertions: (Everything is falling apart)
No one really wants you to be honest
And if you try to set up limits for yourself, you're the bad person
And if you try to explain why you just can't do something, you're made into a bad person.

I should of just kept my mouth shut and went and dealt.

This is a fantastic way to start my day, really.

I just want to curl up and go back to sleep...

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