Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Just

Just be my chemical
Lift me up
You don't have to stick around.

Open the curtain and make an appearance
Ill be your best audience
take a bow take a bow

You are my favorite act.

I will enjoy the breaks.

But you are my favorite act.

Run across the country.
Run your fingers through her hair
Feel your legs around anothers
Just return and give me a fix.

It is all I need.

Is that too much?

Every show ends
Every broadway play gets old.
So stay for a bit.

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