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May 07, 2006 06:56

I’ve Learned to Hate Your Fucking Coffee

Here I find myself again, feet on the ground, miles from clouds
head is working overtime trying to calculate and hypothesize the reasons
why a becomes b and our lives become cheap
bought with seven dollar booze and an excuse to send
such rude gestures to our livers with every sip

but I’ve found your reason, your cause to split
it’s breaking to the surface so quickly that
such waves would topple great cities
and we’d hear about south pacific islands
toppling under its aftermath
children will scream
women will weep
and you’ll be barely containing laughter
and frustrated sighs at long lost messages
and innuendos that never were fulfilled

dreams used to run my fingers up and down these keys
but now they’re dominated by a craving
to destroy those dreams for good
find a pen
make your mark
set fire to the calligraphy
and lose every copy in this shuffle

where we wrote ‘I love you’s in script so desperate
we’re found rubbing the wood to the grains
begging for it to come off

why won’t you rub off?
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