Aug 2010
Won't you pull at my tongue,
With my jaw slamming shut?
That double-edged wit of regret.
Won't you blank out my mind?
These signed waivers of time.
No muse would I more happily bed.
With my jaw slamming shut?
That double-edged wit of regret.
Won't you blank out my mind?
These signed waivers of time.
No muse would I more happily bed.
