SONG.
hi, the format. do you know that you own me?
Don't you dare sleep with someone you don't know.
They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
We know I cant construct a poem,
Cause words like girls get bored and run
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
I've got nothing, you should see me,
I smoke myself to sleep.
And blame postmodern things I cant relate,
Like summer camp and coastal states.
Like alcohol and coffee beans.
Dance floors and magazines.
I think its safe to say "I've only got myself to blame"
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
Taking pictures of themselves.
?Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are?
And so I walk the web in search of love,
But always seem to end up stuck.
I'm finding flaws in everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want,
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.
We are parallel lines we’re running in circles,
We're never meant to cross.
I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,
My pussycat, my trampoline.
Now all I get are wincing cheeks,
And dog problems, I signed a lease.
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,
And flew back to phoenix to finish the year as it started.
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my heart breaking.
And I hope its entertaining,
Cause for me it’s a bitch.
Was it worth it?
When you slept with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?
I am over that
Hope you don’t get up
I couldn’t breath
Caught me on the cross
I didn’t know
I couldn’t give up
B is for believing you'd always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we'd see it though.
C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to
A because, because, you always run away.
I never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was.
So when you start to wonder 'bout the strain in my throat,
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, sleep with someone you don't know.
-=dog problems, the format