The best burn I've ever felt
came from a small reflection
tucked away, strong,
removed from temptation.
Share your selection: perception.
Something about this weather makes me sick,
and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone,
with a body, and nobody, and something to help
me forget a few things: less personal.
Moving around, faster, each by three.
So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire,
a page full of **** and forget me please.
You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too.
Contamination through determination.
We're going back in time for the last time,
it's the beginning of moving forward.
What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious,
so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen,
inhale: new decisions.
Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose,
and the ones that go too close
avoiding getting ran over,
running over,
rereading
listening
listening
listening
I can hear you listening in the silence you create:
thank you!
This progress is beating it's way inside
of us, the way we beat into each other.
Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha
I love you,
and I'm not going to say it more
than I feel it
and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming
faster than I do on the weekends.
Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh
rip feathers, wash away the leathers.
Last nights reminder sent me shivering
shocked.
Your voice is changing,
there's more than one
and you can talk about her as much as you want,
'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's
inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the
same time, so there's no need for questions, because
everything's an answer.
Answering yes.
Yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
y e s
y eeee sssss
ssss
ssssss
eyy yeeuh yes
yesh.
I've always liked the shape of a woman,
long hair pulled back.
It makes sense.
Since when?
“I just woke up and you're already attacking me,
all I want to do is just go to sleep.”
you told me when I write,
and I proved you wrong.
Proved myself wrong.
Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace,
it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion.
Wrongwrongwrong
wrungwrungwrung
riiiing riiiing riiing-
don't answer that!
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC
The best burn I've ever felt
came from a small reflection
tucked away, strong,
removed from temptation.
Share your selection: perception.
Something about this weather makes me sick,
and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone,
with a body, and nobody, and something to help
me forget a few things: less personal.
Moving around, faster, each by three.
So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire,
a page full of **** and forget me please.
You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too.
Contamination through determination.
We're going back in time for the last time,
it's the beginning of moving forward.
What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious,
so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen,
inhale: new decisions.
Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose,
and the ones that go too close
avoiding getting ran over,
running over,
rereading
listening
listening
listening
I can hear you listening in the silence you create:
thank you!
This progress is beating it's way inside
of us, the way we beat into each other.
Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha
I love you,
and I'm not going to say it more
than I feel it
and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming
faster than I do on the weekends.
Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh
rip feathers, wash away the leathers.
Last nights reminder sent me shivering
shocked.
Your voice is changing,
there's more than one
and you can talk about her as much as you want,
'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's
inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the
same time, so there's no need for questions, because
everything's an answer.
Answering yes.
Yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
y e s
y eeee sssss
ssss
ssssss
eyy yeeuh yes
yesh.
I've always liked the shape of a woman,
long hair pulled back.
It makes sense.
Since when?
“I just woke up and you're already attacking me,
all I want to do is just go to sleep.”
you told me when I write,
and I proved you wrong.
Proved myself wrong.
Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace,
it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion.
Wrongwrongwrong
wrungwrungwrung
riiiing riiiing riiing-
don't answer that!
