Old friends sat on their hands
Leaning forward
swinging their feet
like second grade
1313 Primrose Street
The first thing I ever memorized
Except for the hollow fear
of empty footsteps
following me from Texas
The sharks always fascinated me
Charged me with fear
and apprehension
Evil dark black eye of devotion
They were all maneaters
Her skin was sandpaper thin
She made me always bleed
She drank shark's liver oil
and made me always smile
She was a maneater
On a mountaintop
my love came alvalanching down
Even January's cold
was no match for what I was told
Drove back to Birmingham
with the thermostat stuck
But I didn't care
I couldn't be colder
frozen in my forlorn heart of despair
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
Old friends sat on their hands
Leaning forward
swinging their feet
like second grade
1313 Primrose Street
The first thing I ever memorized
Except for the hollow fear
of empty footsteps
following me from Texas
The sharks always fascinated me
Charged me with fear
and apprehension
Evil dark black eye of devotion
They were all maneaters
Her skin was sandpaper thin
She made me always bleed
She drank shark's liver oil
and made me always smile
She was a maneater
On a mountaintop
my love came alvalanching down
Even January's cold
was no match for what I was told
Drove back to Birmingham
with the thermostat stuck
But I didn't care
I couldn't be colder
frozen in my forlorn heart of despair
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