i threw you on my bed. now we're in bed together.

[bluetortoise]

on a new floor
the same indian style
cure it curse it cure it curse it
one careless moment
remove my brain and pummel it
to within inchees of death; wrap it in blankets
stuff it in the closet
oh, one day one day.
on day i might need you again
one day you'll crawl back to me
you never eat enough of what's good for you, man