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Dear Diary,
(Dire -
ee!)
With such a name, I resist addressing my secrets to you
Lest they suffer contamination
Red alert, there's been a leak
Leave the babes with swollen bellies
Playing in the streets
We mustn't let on that anything's amiss
Bounce bounce
Goes a big rubber ball
Blue like the sky when we lived on our backs
Too shy to look each other in the eye
Sometimes I dream about you
Wake up with bits of dirt beneath my fingernails
From when I dug our cheap, plastic sovereign his grave
Deep in a forest of overgrown youth
Too many dreams sealed in discarded Coke bottles
No air to breathe
My mother never taught me to poke holes in the top
Never showed me how to play hop-scotch without my skirts flying up and giving the boys a glimpse
Which I think explains a lot about my current predicament
And "There's a whole day that comes before night," I tried to tell him
But the sunlight was too slippery in my semen-stained fingers
And so I sat down in the dark and traced memories on the walls
To be studied one day by dead fish eyes
Who never (but we did) dreamed of saving some lame, brown duck
From demise
(Dire -
ee!)
With such a name, I resist addressing my secrets to you
Lest they suffer contamination
Red alert, there's been a leak
Leave the babes with swollen bellies
Playing in the streets
We mustn't let on that anything's amiss
Bounce bounce
Goes a big rubber ball
Blue like the sky when we lived on our backs
Too shy to look each other in the eye
Sometimes I dream about you
Wake up with bits of dirt beneath my fingernails
From when I dug our cheap, plastic sovereign his grave
Deep in a forest of overgrown youth
Too many dreams sealed in discarded Coke bottles
No air to breathe
My mother never taught me to poke holes in the top
Never showed me how to play hop-scotch without my skirts flying up and giving the boys a glimpse
Which I think explains a lot about my current predicament
And "There's a whole day that comes before night," I tried to tell him
But the sunlight was too slippery in my semen-stained fingers
And so I sat down in the dark and traced memories on the walls
To be studied one day by dead fish eyes
Who never (but we did) dreamed of saving some lame, brown duck
From demise