just something that i wrote down,
now that the weather is hot, we start shedding our clothes. by the cool fountains sit all day all night, watched the church goers they come and they go. wonder when it will be my turn. i want to find someplace in the back, far from the watchful eye of god. i think i lost that a long time ago, yeah i think the music is why i keep coming back. when the organ's mournful voice sings and swells life can do me no harm. when those angels turn to gold, when their bronze eyes meet mine, that's when i stand that's when i realize it's time to go.
we made love on the cold kitchen floor, and i knew for certain you hated me then. i closed my eyes and you, you watched me die. put the coffee pot on, open up a pack of old cigarettes. possible disasters whispered on the news, your eyes glued to the telivision set while i try to find my shoes. you say "this means nothing, we can still be friends. tonight was okay but now this must end." well, i'm laughing now and i hope you don't mind. honey, you've got to sweep the dust from your eyes. this is the truth that you and i despise. with my nails in your back you are the sweetest of summer songs, when your safety surrounds me life can do me no harm. you opened your mouth, that's when i poured the cement. sealed shut the life i'm still too broken to mend.
LAY DOWN YOUR LIFE FOR THESE POISONS THESE BRIEF MOMENTS OF BLISS
followed by a week; seven nights of hopeless inadequacy, stumble around lie your head down beg for the lifeboat to carry you home. sooner or later we hate what we used to adore. cling to the fragments that make us feel whole. this is the night we bury our hearts in the soil.
- MOOD: happy
- MUSIC:porcelain and the tramps