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old man pains
all over again and
again with these utterly ridiculous, melodramatic dreams.
last night morrissey had a dream that somebody loved him
and god dammit, i have to admit that so did i.
how trite is that - how obvious can we possibly be?
doesn't the subconscious ever just get bored with me?
these old man hands on the same familiar thighs
(a lot like before but without all the lies)
we hold each other all night long.
and in the seconds before realizing reality
there's this creepy sense of serenity
before this blue metallic taste in the morning
and i go back to sleep in the morning
to have
another silly dream
about armageddon, motorcycles, and you.
all over again and
again with these utterly ridiculous, melodramatic dreams.
last night morrissey had a dream that somebody loved him
and god dammit, i have to admit that so did i.
how trite is that - how obvious can we possibly be?
doesn't the subconscious ever just get bored with me?
these old man hands on the same familiar thighs
(a lot like before but without all the lies)
we hold each other all night long.
and in the seconds before realizing reality
there's this creepy sense of serenity
before this blue metallic taste in the morning
and i go back to sleep in the morning
to have
another silly dream
about armageddon, motorcycles, and you.