Aug 02, 2002 23:45
ache
ache
ache
the clock struck three
two hours ago
and still i'm alone
with your ghost
(i never felt so alone
as i did when i was with you)
shit rains hard, like a rock pelting in december
when you're naked
and blue
and the breathe won't come.
and life is empty
like a story book of
nothingness
or
"The Further Misadventures of Jack the Ripper."
cry yourself a snow storm
because i'm frigid
and don't give a damn.
(apathy's the latest trend, haven't you heard?)
and your car's so not cool it's cool again.
damn all the trendy new age bohemians--
drinking their coffee,
listening to bastardized jazz.
god damn it all.
and i can't find anything i like.
anything at all that i want to buy
with all the money that i made
when i sold my soul
to Pizza Pro.