Perhaps
Sometimes I feel like Im being pulled around, pushed around, hung up to dry and all the way downtown on this one.
Slipping through cracks in the windowpane, I shutter shutter through this fration of a photograph and through this indelectable side of my brain.
(What is life, but a series of memories?)
If you believe in love, love goes round and round and never falls on this one anymore, I am, syncopated, emasculated, emancipated, starving whore.
All the other times you lie to me a little piece of my soul dies.
Lots of days ago you made things harder than they should have been.
Dont blame that on me.
Dont even fake that you wouldnt leave.
Monotonous interpositions of dialogue, and I say, why cant you just sit there and love me?
Slipping through cracks in the windowpane, I shutter shutter through this fration of a photograph and through this indelectable side of my brain.
(What is life, but a series of memories?)
If you believe in love, love goes round and round and never falls on this one anymore, I am, syncopated, emasculated, emancipated, starving whore.
All the other times you lie to me a little piece of my soul dies.
Lots of days ago you made things harder than they should have been.
Dont blame that on me.
Dont even fake that you wouldnt leave.
Monotonous interpositions of dialogue, and I say, why cant you just sit there and love me?