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[beyondoasis]

(originally written February 13, 2005)

this bed is not warm enough for me
i'll be taking my rest on the ground
i can feel now, the ground rising up beneath
from where everything is being made

and when the alcohol becomes tonight's crutch
remember i carry a phone around
but don't forget that i'm going to say that i want you
that i'm your pretty little school girl, waiting for 'yes'

so what's your suicide of choice
a knife to your throat to end your voice
your soul will be the thing that leaves me
this was all you were, what you needed to be
and now, there's now, how, how
you're being hit on for your lack of points
score!
the words that came before this were shitty and trite
none of them made any sense
because right now all i can think about is how you're not like me
and how you're stuck on him
i'm still stuck on you
sticking to whatever will be coming next
you were a girl, and i am a guy
our pieces fit together
but we don't talk enough
i wish we were a movie because then i wouldn't have to do all of this
being in this abyss
i'd be able to follow my script
and die within the first half-hour

(i don't remember writing this at all...)