T’was an overcast day in the month of October
And you made bad decisions over and over
You weaseled your way in my life
A bad girl, promiscuous…
Yet full of much promise
And swore you had conquered your strife
You had more than one chance
Future still in the balance
My love unknowest to me was lust
Your beauty and charm
Ignored the needle in your arm
That milk was more important than us
Blinded by elation
And soul excavation
Heart and head filled with white noise
“Don’t try to change me”
said my sweet Pixie
“You’ll always be my favorite poor choice”
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
T’was an overcast day in the month of October
And you made bad decisions over and over
You weaseled your way in my life
A bad girl, promiscuous…
Yet full of much promise
And swore you had conquered your strife
You had more than one chance
Future still in the balance
My love unknowest to me was lust
Your beauty and charm
Ignored the needle in your arm
That milk was more important than us
Blinded by elation
And soul excavation
Heart and head filled with white noise
“Don’t try to change me”
said my sweet Pixie
“You’ll always be my favorite poor choice”
