i call this desert oasis

Jul 03, 2007 12:53

and it's raining ideas from the brows on my head.
each drop, each lost thought.
they evaporate like time
alcohol, like you, only make me cold.
these small doses and small dreams, defer.
like payments to the soul.
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
but I'm still paying into the interest.
'cause you interest me too much.
no one girl; like no one company,
should hold twice as much as nine.

this is what happens when your store's AC is broken, and California is having a heat wave.
you mumble sentences and connect dots to shit that should have been forgotten.
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