May 09, 2004 12:45
so, it's sad this doesn't suit you now,
& me fresh out of rope.
please, ignore the lisp,
i never meant to sound like this.
so take me & break me, & make me strong like you.
i'll be forever grateful to this & you.
fix me to a chain around your neck
& wear me like a nickel.
even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
i shot the pilot,
i'm begging you to fly this for me.
i'm here for you to use; broken and bruised.
do you understand?