YOU. the spill canvas - himerus and eros
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
You say that I tetter totter.
You say that I hurt you.
You say that you're envious.
But now that you have what you've wanted for so long
You turn away from it.. like it's poison.
I hate being a fucking convience to you.
You come around when you please
And i sit here. Waiting.
Alright, that's it
It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting
for all these pointless calls to go through
I can't write, I can't sing.
I can't breathe like you want me to
Or make my heart skip beats.
I can't be the person you have on hold
To fuck when it fits your schedule, or throw off by
Taunting words that satisfy my need
To feel like you actually love me.
So please, if you would.
Make your circle k on the corner of my street.
Camp out there and wait for me to come around
Pop out when it suits you
And disappear when you've had enough.
I'm the puppet in your puppeter show
Make me dance and leave me strangled in the lines
Play out your fantasy of love and sex and hate through me
Then leave me for dead, with a smile on my face
Painted on by your crafty hand.
I'll come alive at night, when I'm all alone
Sufficed by the thought
That sooner or later, you'll come around again
To play with me and make me dance and sing
I'll be a happy for the moment.
A dancing puppet in your puppeter show.
♥
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
You say that I tetter totter.
You say that I hurt you.
You say that you're envious.
But now that you have what you've wanted for so long
You turn away from it.. like it's poison.
I hate being a fucking convience to you.
You come around when you please
And i sit here. Waiting.
Alright, that's it
It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting
for all these pointless calls to go through
I can't write, I can't sing.
I can't breathe like you want me to
Or make my heart skip beats.
I can't be the person you have on hold
To fuck when it fits your schedule, or throw off by
Taunting words that satisfy my need
To feel like you actually love me.
So please, if you would.
Make your circle k on the corner of my street.
Camp out there and wait for me to come around
Pop out when it suits you
And disappear when you've had enough.
I'm the puppet in your puppeter show
Make me dance and leave me strangled in the lines
Play out your fantasy of love and sex and hate through me
Then leave me for dead, with a smile on my face
Painted on by your crafty hand.
I'll come alive at night, when I'm all alone
Sufficed by the thought
That sooner or later, you'll come around again
To play with me and make me dance and sing
I'll be a happy for the moment.
A dancing puppet in your puppeter show.
♥