Mar 26, 2006 00:37
i won't start with i i won't bleed another word of consent for your sorry soul gasping at my arguments cuddling your shaking knees under your sheets like a baby while i bomb my country my inner child kicked you and smacked you and you do not surrender knifing my stomach
st lawrence market baby
were flying high
clothes line blues...
we ain't far from lying together in the trenches
fingers intertwined
fake tears soaking bloody soil around our faces
foreheads pressed against the other
we
WILL
NOT
REGRET
we
WILL
NOT
LEARN
checkers on a sunday evening
i'm stomping all over your tight chest
letting you cry about it
feels bad, don't it
i like to suck on revenge
i'll hold your hand if you want me to
but that's all i'll do