I'll give you a few
why are we afraid of our own poo?
blah blah **** you
I think I might have scared her away
somehow, and this is sitting in my stomach, won't digest, hurting
aching, like a coldplay song, extends through the bars, leading me to...bars
**** **** this and that
afraid of ******* something good up, always afraid of that
like my life is a tender, gentle fabric, of brilliance, and my hands are hole punchers, synths, sythers, synthesizers out of key, constantly playing the wrong melody
and I have to repair every day, the wrong way
and nobody minds, its good and its fine
its all in my head?
or was it something I said?
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
I'll give you a few
why are we afraid of our own poo?
blah blah **** you
I think I might have scared her away
somehow, and this is sitting in my stomach, won't digest, hurting
aching, like a coldplay song, extends through the bars, leading me to...bars
**** **** this and that
afraid of ******* something good up, always afraid of that
like my life is a tender, gentle fabric, of brilliance, and my hands are hole punchers, synths, sythers, synthesizers out of key, constantly playing the wrong melody
and I have to repair every day, the wrong way
and nobody minds, its good and its fine
its all in my head?
or was it something I said?
