(no subject)
another morning
for all the poor things
making a mess
of their sunday's best
blessed mother's
lipstick blunders
it's the number one-trick,
puppy lovesick pocket lion
crushed down and caged up
on your calendar valentine
running for that money
stuck inside your sunny
sacred little heart
armor's gotten tarnished
from trying to be honest
at the Mata Hari opera
with them silent movie stars
sir, don't you be so certain
that your oh-so well deserving
because the truth
can feel like dying
if you don't know how to live
thinking about it, i don't feel a wide range of emotions anymore. it's weird. is it sad? it feels like it should be, it feels like it kind of is, but i mostly am just not sure.
for all the poor things
making a mess
of their sunday's best
blessed mother's
lipstick blunders
it's the number one-trick,
puppy lovesick pocket lion
crushed down and caged up
on your calendar valentine
running for that money
stuck inside your sunny
sacred little heart
armor's gotten tarnished
from trying to be honest
at the Mata Hari opera
with them silent movie stars
sir, don't you be so certain
that your oh-so well deserving
because the truth
can feel like dying
if you don't know how to live
thinking about it, i don't feel a wide range of emotions anymore. it's weird. is it sad? it feels like it should be, it feels like it kind of is, but i mostly am just not sure.