undo these chapters that define a life
spent wasted
in seperate worlds we'll meet
holding our heads in our hands
like offering
and off w/the eyes of the simple poems.
musical notes are tattoos on our temples.
i'll be free from intrusion where i can sit beside the water, counting waves off my fingers until the silhouettes bleed & digging at a scab that takes ten years to heal i'll be waiting for you on a park bench in spring. come closer to the water, and hold my hand beside your cheek i'll follow you now forever, we've lost ourselves in this dream--
when you see me that last time before i'm burned and my ashes are spread trace a smile on my forehead for the trip back. these curses are alive. only time--
no televisions, just typewriters and the wind.
spent wasted
in seperate worlds we'll meet
holding our heads in our hands
like offering
and off w/the eyes of the simple poems.
musical notes are tattoos on our temples.
i'll be free from intrusion where i can sit beside the water, counting waves off my fingers until the silhouettes bleed & digging at a scab that takes ten years to heal i'll be waiting for you on a park bench in spring. come closer to the water, and hold my hand beside your cheek i'll follow you now forever, we've lost ourselves in this dream--
when you see me that last time before i'm burned and my ashes are spread trace a smile on my forehead for the trip back. these curses are alive. only time--
no televisions, just typewriters and the wind.
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TINA YOU FAT LARD - EAT SOME DINNER!