Jonathen
Jonathen wake up
She stands in my doorway
Green knitted scarf
***** pink pajamas
Eyes and skin jaundiced yellow
A ***** Babushka if I were Russian
If this were a movie I'd be cursed by now
There is a man with a shopping cart in the driveway
I think he's trying to break in
With my baseball bat
I step outside full of all the anger I had reserved for the day
The street is empty and cold
It's the fear
We make it up
We always do
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:43 AM UTC
Jonathen
Jonathen wake up
She stands in my doorway
Green knitted scarf
***** pink pajamas
Eyes and skin jaundiced yellow
A ***** Babushka if I were Russian
If this were a movie I'd be cursed by now
There is a man with a shopping cart in the driveway
I think he's trying to break in
With my baseball bat
I step outside full of all the anger I had reserved for the day
The street is empty and cold
It's the fear
We make it up
We always do
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