Friday, January 07, 2005
it's your naked body on white valour
but there's no feeling, just weight on you
but you get nauseous now, as he speaks to you
such proper language, for acts so cruel
you look like your mother, in that thin disguise
your parting mouth, your shining eyes
and the way that you hate me
and the length of your hair
you could easily go and make your own life somewhere
couldn't you...?
with the sun beams bright
but you keep your eyes shut
with the alarm clock lies
you're a bag of warm fluid
or you're the corspe in the class
you walk so near to your locker
you lay so low in the grass
but i saw you walking once, under powder blue skies
you looked cold still, your collar was high
and i tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
i don't know which i said then...hello or goodbye?
well we're all trying to be pure
but it isn't a very easy thing now is it?
to do...isn't it?
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 7:55 PM
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