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Impress the granite impressions Blue and black anti-reflections Marbles flicked and jacks are scooped Like the games we lose in endless loops Hardly pass any standard detection - You haven’t heard the lover’s truth? Dialed in from the last phone booth In a town that has gone all mobile Begging for a title so proud and noble So they can sip their gin and Vermouth - Mass-printed art for bath room walls So raised noses can judge while ******* in stalls They only care for tags and brands And they never stop to wash their hands When they’re dressed to impress at the local mall - This is hardly a truth - hardly a lie A middle ground opinion to make snarky girls cry They say “He’s so enigmatic! What a beautiful soul!” But deep down inside they just want my pole Their improper word usage squeezes from me a sigh - You think tumblr is neato? You like showing your **** The lies flow like tar from primordial pits Slowly creeping to the surface, but unending below The smell catches hold before the obvious show This is a pageant for show offs, not a battle of wits - But here I am still, begging for your love A click or nice word is like a sign from above Opinions that drive me off of the nearest cliff A glance or a compliment to get me all stiff Your nothing, save ignorant, but you fit like a glove
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
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Impress the granite impressions Blue and black anti-reflections Marbles flicked and jacks are scooped Like the games we lose in endless loops Hardly pass any standard detection - You haven’t heard the lover’s truth? Dialed in from the last phone booth In a town that has gone all mobile Begging for a title so proud and noble So they can sip their gin and Vermouth - Mass-printed art for bath room walls So raised noses can judge while ******* in stalls They only care for tags and brands And they never stop to wash their hands When they’re dressed to impress at the local mall - This is hardly a truth - hardly a lie A middle ground opinion to make snarky girls cry They say “He’s so enigmatic! What a beautiful soul!” But deep down inside they just want my pole Their improper word usage squeezes from me a sigh - You think tumblr is neato? You like showing your **** The lies flow like tar from primordial pits Slowly creeping to the surface, but unending below The smell catches hold before the obvious show This is a pageant for show offs, not a battle of wits - But here I am still, begging for your love A click or nice word is like a sign from above Opinions that drive me off of the nearest cliff A glance or a compliment to get me all stiff Your nothing, save ignorant, but you fit like a glove
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
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