and my piano crouched in the corner of the room with all its teeth bare, all its teeth bare
You see, there are wolves in my heart and they lick my face clean n' kiss my teeth sharp, it's hardly a wonder things are like they are, the nights are too long these days the self-made beds too warm, it's not that I'm colder you just make me feel as if I should be older than had been our deal. I want to be anything that makes you happy baby but
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there are
open doors and
open sheets and
open hearts
in this house
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in the future
i see drunken nights
drunken lights
serious conversations to my heart's delight
& then some more. :(
And ain't it funny when even the best excuses don't take the pain away?
Oh, there's always another day and in the end (depending on when you think it the end) there's always a manic smile to wipe the stains away. :)
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