(no subject)
You are the apple of my eye, The object of objectification, the sun in the sky with a smile that could melt any man where he stands. You're too good for them. You've always been too good for them. Everyone put your drinks in the air and celebrate, its time to append yourself a drunken soul mate and if that doesn't suit your fancy just force yourself upon them and rip off their panties. Feel the heat of their breath against your clasped hand, let those tears roll over each and every finger while she prays every second for God to save her. It's all over, and life becomes a little more sober, it's a non-issue as she cleans her pussy out with toilet tissue. Use your alcohol as an excuse, but what's the use.
It's not good enough
Its never been good enough
Maybe I just need something to believe in, something like God or white chocolate cheesecake. The priestly practitioners always said practice faith, but what should i put my faith in? Can't put all my berries in one basket but I can build myself a casket, I can select the proper pipe fitting and gasket, and I'll answer any question if you ask it.... I guess it's just not that simple, I guess it has something to do with mediocrity, divinity, and grid cities. Or maybe it's just me. My eyes affixed on the crucifix, I am waiting for the hand of God to strike me dead where I lay and although I am afraid, I press my hands to my chest and continue to pray.
Its been that way every day of my life
I don't expect it to change
Not for the better anyway
It's not good enough
Its never been good enough
Maybe I just need something to believe in, something like God or white chocolate cheesecake. The priestly practitioners always said practice faith, but what should i put my faith in? Can't put all my berries in one basket but I can build myself a casket, I can select the proper pipe fitting and gasket, and I'll answer any question if you ask it.... I guess it's just not that simple, I guess it has something to do with mediocrity, divinity, and grid cities. Or maybe it's just me. My eyes affixed on the crucifix, I am waiting for the hand of God to strike me dead where I lay and although I am afraid, I press my hands to my chest and continue to pray.
Its been that way every day of my life
I don't expect it to change
Not for the better anyway