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Can't say I've given up on love,
but I have found a new faith in myself.
Lonely but loving.
Hands are sealed contracts
my words are always lacking shown in the blacklight of your brown eyed stare.
pears that havent begun to ripen yet.
juicey with my passion lust.
Im a grown ass woman in love with another promise.
Sitting, burning white heat
smashed in the face to an ultimate grounding place.
Falling down drunk on the soundwalk
scraped knees of the city's unperfected honesty.
"Concrete."
Snickering, picking my living weight up off the bricks
bricks that stack up like memories
of all the wrong-doings I've let slide down my throat.
Pure as the bird in the park singing my thoughts into daylight.
Let me cover you
with the humor that life is very comical
in ways like
"I need space" distorting to "smother me."
When you walk away I'm never sure if you will be back.
So I stand up tall in front of your observations
walk with purpose in front of your observations
talk with others in front of your observations
smile like i mean it in front of your observations.
The humor begins to soothe the burn
because the punch line is...
it all becomes real
I stand tall alone
walk with purpose alone
talk with others alone
smile and I mean it alone.
Spin these tales in the dark while the sunshine haunts me with guilt
And somewhere Mr.Charles Bukowski is gazing wide eyed laughing at what his words have touched
touched a twenty two year old hot little piece
knitting her words into a new pair of socks.
Laughing himself off the bar chair
laughing at me
wide-eyed and gazing back
begging for another drink.
So I lay down and wait
"wait like an animal."
but I have found a new faith in myself.
Lonely but loving.
Hands are sealed contracts
my words are always lacking shown in the blacklight of your brown eyed stare.
pears that havent begun to ripen yet.
juicey with my passion lust.
Im a grown ass woman in love with another promise.
Sitting, burning white heat
smashed in the face to an ultimate grounding place.
Falling down drunk on the soundwalk
scraped knees of the city's unperfected honesty.
"Concrete."
Snickering, picking my living weight up off the bricks
bricks that stack up like memories
of all the wrong-doings I've let slide down my throat.
Pure as the bird in the park singing my thoughts into daylight.
Let me cover you
with the humor that life is very comical
in ways like
"I need space" distorting to "smother me."
When you walk away I'm never sure if you will be back.
So I stand up tall in front of your observations
walk with purpose in front of your observations
talk with others in front of your observations
smile like i mean it in front of your observations.
The humor begins to soothe the burn
because the punch line is...
it all becomes real
I stand tall alone
walk with purpose alone
talk with others alone
smile and I mean it alone.
Spin these tales in the dark while the sunshine haunts me with guilt
And somewhere Mr.Charles Bukowski is gazing wide eyed laughing at what his words have touched
touched a twenty two year old hot little piece
knitting her words into a new pair of socks.
Laughing himself off the bar chair
laughing at me
wide-eyed and gazing back
begging for another drink.
So I lay down and wait
"wait like an animal."