draining out my heart -tearing out that bloody burlap sack
and i can't take back the things you said
you're faking it, you're taking it, you're breaking me to pieces
porcelain boys break so easy -shatter to dust and drift away
and all that is now rots into the soil
i've got blood clots in my engine's oil
you've got twisted knots for a confused heart
i was losing from the start, but no one wins this game
and still were the same, re-stitching the torn out seutchers
the worn out wishes of a fading yesterday
were jading of that reverie
weary of that washed out memory
still I cant help but want to live in the skin youre in
dance with you from the inside
and these things I cant hide, it would be so much easier to lie
laughing off those heaves of snot laden sleeves
though I always thought you looked better when you cried
down the ridge of your chin the black streams run salty
imperfection pulled taut squeezing out its sweetness
I want to sail the sea of your skin
map the imperfections -make the connections of that beautiful mess
the spot on your knee you missed while shaving -marks of misbehavings
scars showing stumbles in your grace, that zit youve been picking at on your face
each mole on your body another landmark I want to breathe in
swim in your infinite ponds of brown eyes
journey through the forests atop your crown in colors so fickle
Ill splice the tickled soldiers at attention cascading down your back
and track along the great arches of your feet noting every toe
let me be your magellan and sail around your world
me your porcelain boy, and you my little seutcher girl.
and i can't take back the things you said
you're faking it, you're taking it, you're breaking me to pieces
porcelain boys break so easy -shatter to dust and drift away
and all that is now rots into the soil
i've got blood clots in my engine's oil
you've got twisted knots for a confused heart
i was losing from the start, but no one wins this game
and still were the same, re-stitching the torn out seutchers
the worn out wishes of a fading yesterday
were jading of that reverie
weary of that washed out memory
still I cant help but want to live in the skin youre in
dance with you from the inside
and these things I cant hide, it would be so much easier to lie
laughing off those heaves of snot laden sleeves
though I always thought you looked better when you cried
down the ridge of your chin the black streams run salty
imperfection pulled taut squeezing out its sweetness
I want to sail the sea of your skin
map the imperfections -make the connections of that beautiful mess
the spot on your knee you missed while shaving -marks of misbehavings
scars showing stumbles in your grace, that zit youve been picking at on your face
each mole on your body another landmark I want to breathe in
swim in your infinite ponds of brown eyes
journey through the forests atop your crown in colors so fickle
Ill splice the tickled soldiers at attention cascading down your back
and track along the great arches of your feet noting every toe
let me be your magellan and sail around your world
me your porcelain boy, and you my little seutcher girl.
hahaha
please dear johnny boy, tell me why you joined the site...