Sunday, January 3, 2010

Terror in songs


There is a game going on between us
no need for me to use lingering words in this.
he feared it more than I did
and I went to sleep with a needle poking the left side of my head
telling me perhaps
to do more math, to be prepared for the staggering fractions here.
My storm is worse today and so I desperately have to use the words of others
I wish it were different babe
I wish we had bikes to take to the right side of town.
This will never be enough for me


I wanna thank you for nothing
now
everytime you close your eyes,
lies! lies!

Into the mouth of green morning
Faker.


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