A second round letter to a second round girlfriend.
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my brains swimming in novocaine at least that's how it feels and my ship already came too busy swimming with eels and so we let is pass and i went ahead and sank and when i press the gas it doesn't reach the tank and so when i think of you there's nothing left to say so this list here to do has nothing pointing any way and the nights are cold with a warm body here but its getting old you wanted me near but still i gave it up with no drop to fear filling up my cup with nothing left to fill so i keep going on walking up my hill you cant say keep strong if there's no protein near so i bleed it dry with all things to fear and i ask them why and they cant say and so i leave them there in their own way and it's never fair but who were we to stand by and wait for an evening near to participate and i wait still no rocking waves and you've paid till waiting for days and i'll say i'm sorry but it means enough to bring the trolley full of cuffs to keep us there tied up for days and we're aware of all the waves swimming towards the summer day keeping awards for every grave of everything we've ever said to hold against each others head and we'll play again until nothings left but us both and with this breath we've missed the boat but i'll stay steady hoping you do until i'm ready to say me too{/quote}
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