Last night
I saw a wolf under spotlight
defending the bad guys
as if he knew
I was flirting with forgiveness.
I wanted to climb up you.
I'm not taking names.
I think we should go to vegas.
Crawl into your lap while, bleed like the Thames.
I keep thinking it's tomorrow.
I keep putting it off.
Where do you get off
singing "oh my god, oh my god".
I'd take out the O's, but how would you know that.
He looked like my favorite time,
my favorite lover, mine.
I'm flooded with signs
as if he knew
I was caught in the red smoke.
You didn't fall through,
because you're not taking hands.
I think we should watch him choke.
Rolling in the dirt and skipping the band.
I'd keep running
because I don't do talk.
He's getting cold,
but how would you know,
singing "fucking hell, fucking hell."
Write it all up, but where do you cut the line?
He doesn't like to sleep alone,
but I wish his arms were bigger.
Detach but I will spend the next two hours
wishing he were stronger.
He's taking off when handing out,
but I distort the sound.
Detach and I will spend the next eighty days
wishing he could throw me down.
PORNpt2
there is a recurring theme.
even when I'm not bad,
it's always something.
and someone's always winning.
to play, o watch me beg.
i want to put you out
and tie you to my bed.
O, to tear into you right now.
to count your veins,
hollow you out.
because someone's gotta love you,
get on their knees when you beg.
i'd like to see you break,
stretching out in my bed.
there is a level, dig deep.
listen with your longing.
is it waving in your sleep?
thought i broke for nothing
and buried what was said.
but if the wall's not signed by you,
crawl into my web.
never knew burning, but i know you.
i'd turn it down, bleed out
and let you love me blue.
cuz someones gotta fill my lungs
with rainwater instead.
the mud, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.
a ladder to my bed.
Could you destroy me,
write it off as inspiration?
I don't need nobody,
but I think I need to taste it.
The fire is taking lives
and if that's your intention,
I'll keep you hot all night.
Water it down and waste it.
even when I'm not bad,
it's always something.
and someone's always winning.
to play, o watch me beg.
i want to put you out
and tie you to my bed.
O, to tear into you right now.
to count your veins,
hollow you out.
because someone's gotta love you,
get on their knees when you beg.
i'd like to see you break,
stretching out in my bed.
there is a level, dig deep.
listen with your longing.
is it waving in your sleep?
thought i broke for nothing
and buried what was said.
but if the wall's not signed by you,
crawl into my web.
never knew burning, but i know you.
i'd turn it down, bleed out
and let you love me blue.
cuz someones gotta fill my lungs
with rainwater instead.
the mud, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.
a ladder to my bed.
Could you destroy me,
write it off as inspiration?
I don't need nobody,
but I think I need to taste it.
The fire is taking lives
and if that's your intention,
I'll keep you hot all night.
Water it down and waste it.
PORN
You're really pretty and you know it.
but you didn't have to go three times.
We could talk about faith or nothingness.
I could show you where I keep the knives.
I had a dream that I could touch you in public.
I took on what I could take.
Blowing out the stars like the enemy,
I'm thinking about the endgame.
Oh, did you want in?
Consonants sound so good on you.
Are you breathing?
Come down if it's calling on you.
On the weekends, the way you speak
parallels pornography.
Over it and underneath, the ghost has got you by the teeth.
but you didn't have to go three times.
We could talk about faith or nothingness.
I could show you where I keep the knives.
I had a dream that I could touch you in public.
I took on what I could take.
Blowing out the stars like the enemy,
I'm thinking about the endgame.
Oh, did you want in?
Consonants sound so good on you.
Are you breathing?
Come down if it's calling on you.
On the weekends, the way you speak
parallels pornography.
Over it and underneath, the ghost has got you by the teeth.
Fuck off Norman Maine
I feel like red eyes.
its just an hour away.
curtains call for the biggest shoes.
honey demands the worst in you.
strike up the band, cut down the singer.
still awake and chase the rabbits.
all cant break and piece together bad habits.
fixed it, found the fix.
breathe in, raise your fist.
unreleased maybe for reasons.
shoot water, i up and left.
the light the light, the bitter beginnings.
the yellow, the fight and dont feel so bad.
i ruined your chances and you held me up.
i wrote it down and i took it rough.
i used him first, to lift the desire.
fire to the fate
and sit on my hands so the believers feel wronged.
i took him forever, i took him down.
you cant override the blue,
but ill stay right here.
if he is staying.
he pushes and holds on like a gentleman should never.
leave it to me, ill find another ring.
the wolf and the lion.
the sweat and the lies.
i followed you under,
ill see you tonight.
its just an hour away.
curtains call for the biggest shoes.
honey demands the worst in you.
strike up the band, cut down the singer.
still awake and chase the rabbits.
all cant break and piece together bad habits.
fixed it, found the fix.
breathe in, raise your fist.
unreleased maybe for reasons.
shoot water, i up and left.
the light the light, the bitter beginnings.
the yellow, the fight and dont feel so bad.
i ruined your chances and you held me up.
i wrote it down and i took it rough.
i used him first, to lift the desire.
fire to the fate
and sit on my hands so the believers feel wronged.
i took him forever, i took him down.
you cant override the blue,
but ill stay right here.
if he is staying.
he pushes and holds on like a gentleman should never.
leave it to me, ill find another ring.
the wolf and the lion.
the sweat and the lies.
i followed you under,
ill see you tonight.
she keeps telling me to marry you
I woke up to the first song I wrote for you.
I was dreaming you thought it okay to invite me in.
and cover me, wishes aside.
I want to call you and confess
I haven't been an angel.
That I crave the hands from poet to Jew.
a face of lines, like starving rivers,
suggesting a choir of torn women,
somewhere and everywhere,
are cautioning their daughters
and touching themselves in the absence of pregnant moons.
Darling, if you quit smoking,
you may never become a tree.
What would i climb come sundays?
What fruit, forbidden, to poison me?
I invite you to question all my lovers.
I invite you to kill them, too.
They weren't my pills and they are not blind.
but I yawn and deny that I miss you.
Even brighter than angry sheets and pleas, o take your hand,
is the hope that I'll sober up,
and I'll find you near the red sea, burning slow.
We'll pour our excuses like rain.
and gnaw at each others bones.
and you'll wake up beside a corpse.
and I'll wake up alone.
I was dreaming you thought it okay to invite me in.
and cover me, wishes aside.
I want to call you and confess
I haven't been an angel.
That I crave the hands from poet to Jew.
a face of lines, like starving rivers,
suggesting a choir of torn women,
somewhere and everywhere,
are cautioning their daughters
and touching themselves in the absence of pregnant moons.
Darling, if you quit smoking,
you may never become a tree.
What would i climb come sundays?
What fruit, forbidden, to poison me?
I invite you to question all my lovers.
I invite you to kill them, too.
They weren't my pills and they are not blind.
but I yawn and deny that I miss you.
Even brighter than angry sheets and pleas, o take your hand,
is the hope that I'll sober up,
and I'll find you near the red sea, burning slow.
We'll pour our excuses like rain.
and gnaw at each others bones.
and you'll wake up beside a corpse.
and I'll wake up alone.
kiss, fight, confess.
[-]Hello! My name is San Fernando.Comments (0)08:25pm | Mar 18, '09 | Friends
I think I know what you're doing.
I'd burn the ends too. and to ashes.
She said "I don't know who they think they're fooling."
Drink in lies and big sunglasses.
If this is the worst way, stop it.
You may be the curse to crush the weight that weighs on me.
The epidemic, you caught it. The epilogue, I got it.
Keep right, learn to fight, say please.
And if it goes out,
let the neon light sing over clouds.
And if you stop falling,
grading into blue and blue into dream,
It's okay.
Every day is a mistake.
but how dare you.
how dare you keep it up but cut all but the keys.
It's alright.
We've got three, so take your time.
But how dare you
how dare you take your attack back and track the vaccine.
Play dead, play weak.
Play dead, play weak.
I think I know what you're doing.
I'd burn the ends too. and to ashes.
She said "I don't know who they think they're fooling."
Drink in lies and big sunglasses.
If this is the worst way, stop it.
You may be the curse to crush the weight that weighs on me.
The epidemic, you caught it. The epilogue, I got it.
Keep right, learn to fight, say please.
And if it goes out,
let the neon light sing over clouds.
And if you stop falling,
grading into blue and blue into dream,
It's okay.
Every day is a mistake.
but how dare you.
how dare you keep it up but cut all but the keys.
It's alright.
We've got three, so take your time.
But how dare you
how dare you take your attack back and track the vaccine.
Play dead, play weak.
Play dead, play weak.
start a war if you'd like.
I read a book on pop art, and write down the names of the artists and paintings I like the most on a piece of free newspaper. I often wish I were a boy. Or maybe I just often wish I owned his collection of cardigans and sweaters. He wears a tie. I see your bass player a block from here. I recognize his shuffle and accessories. He wouldn't recognize me and I bask in it. Thirty seconds before we leave the truck, I'm blinded by that clip of ours. Pools of sweat, ripped them apart, and scolded me. I tear off my wig (laughter), and choose the mane. Not really a figure of speech. I am a lion, backcombing, scowling at my reflection in the tinted window of a shiny black sports car. There are three boys pissing in this parking lot right now. The way a musician moves his body on stage, the faces he makes, his neck, his fingers, and his back, it's looks exactly the same in the bedroom, without fail. He is trying to kill me. I am being cut open slowly from my navel to my throat. Avarice is the root of all evil. The sun is coming up and I think someone is watching me. I am late and half blind. Eight pairs of sunglasses and a glass vase of jewlery. We are proud of ourselves. I must have left it on the floor when we were sifting through your drawers. I exhale and she screams with joy. The gorgeous one flies south and I bought the last of it. These things can easily go unnoticed by me. I had been listening to the Promise Ring for six years and only learned three months ago that the singer has a speech impediment. Potential blackmail. I name my new dress Cleavage Town. I smell like a candy store. He writes "nice legs' on my window. Throw up my hands, she irons for him. I drink half a bottle of wine. I wouldn't be upset, but I never expect anything of anybody. Slow down, Mister, my girlfriend is in heels. I think I'm being stalked and I want my hands held. I want to tell her to change her phone number. and I want to switch, because I want to see tears. Tomorrow, our mutual friends will call to tell you the lioness from Cleavage Town is a bitch. Black hair bigger than a hearse, I hate it here. and I don't understand how I've left the house without a sharpie. I remind the place I'm blonde and act oblivious. Soaking wet. Come downstairs. I just want to hold him. I must be really drunk. I wonder if there is a constant. It's possible that I'm too self absorbed, flitting around like a hummingbird and clinging for my life, to introduce myself. Or remember. I hope nobody remembers me. A girl with nice eyelashes thinks I don't notice that she feels incredibly out of place. I want her to open like a lotus and bleed out in the bathroom. I flirt with her name. I cannot fix when drugged so I dissociate. I think they steal something. I lucid dream and he wants to come. Van Halen and a tutu. My glass is bigger than my face. I hold it with two hands and pretend to drink from it. I'm growling. Some guy totally thinks he's Andy Warhol. Bob Dylan is usually here. And sad Chelsea girls, who spend too long in the mirror imperfecting themselves. I didn't bring my camera anyway. She draws a piece of paper from her beaver hat, and someone's illustrated my breasts. I am in love. I've studied faces. We answer in unison. Wait, I do remember your name. I have glass in my feet. And if he was anybody else, I wouldn't have let him eat my candy. I smell like blueberry muffins. Avarice is the root of all evil. Good plan, but I'm taking my keys. I can't find you.
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