devest

Apr 02, 2006 09:58

its sunday oh sunday,
a day for peace of heart and mind.
but where the fuck did that go wrong the week crashed its car
it was cursing out at you

last night, every night
little pieces of me fall
and i keep a jack knife and condoms in my bedside drawer
theyre calling out for you

...was it something i said?
oh i do regret
actually looking into your eyes
i promise i'll never do it again
(just dont scream anymore)

was it something i did?
that made you regret
actually getting close to me
and screening every call
i may follow you home again
(just dont leave open the blinds)

every day, every hour
the clicking seconds spent waiting
trying to fit it all in like an eight-year-old cunt
just wet it down first

i never knew i knew
i heard this voice from you
over and over repeating my name in taunt
i know neither of us will ever be the first

this territory is treadmarked
the grass is beaten down to dirt
and the weeds bend leaving plenty of room for a path
i saw an earing by your bedside
it was a guage larger than mine
and then i fucked you til you came eight times
i watched this sunset
that reminded me of you
like you, going down on the whole world
but it was so beautiful
and now its avoiding me allnight
its the same, its the same, its the fucking same.

i think i'll get something to drink and slur myself to sleep
i'll keep my drawer open in case you come over while i sleep

this is what happens when you give your

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