i broke the glass trying to get out
frigid waters in the hudson
I think ill stay down here
i feel safe down here
can you bring me an extra gas tank
drop it in and give me your lips
ill suck any life out of you that i can
and that will do.
and then you can leave
run to her to them
run to your submarine bed
i dont want to tie you up in knots
i dont want your smell in my head
i dont want your hand grasping onto mine
i dont want your voice in my ears
i want your body imprint fresh on my sheets
i want your breathe in my oxygen tank
be the dream between
my narrowing tunnel with no light
and any good moves i make
be the dream in betwen
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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