Jul 06, 2004 12:21
We played with our tongues
and talked all the night
we took our time
watching the clock.
And you never asked me
if I was comfortable.
We strolled around with
the moonlight kissing
the flowers and the moon
swoons like the moon
always does.
You cant tell but Im miserable
you cant speak but Im screaming.
I tried to find the boy
who had the stuff that made me
feel more depressed
than I already was.
You said bitch and I took
the leave in which you liked.
You say I never make sense
but maybe its how the world
twists my throat and cuts my tongue.
Maybe its how you say
its never been a word.
Even though I say it all the time.
I write the ugly
and you say the beautiful.
I just took my life with
a gambling chance
and Im hurting
Hurting hurting hurting.