During work I think of you
At home I think of you
Maybe if I shoot my brains out
I would stop wondering about you
Oh yes! To be a zombie
Undead walking on earth
Never thinking, never minding
Just walking and feeling hungry
But even if my brain gets frozen
It’s not the ***** that thinks improperly
This tiny red muscle with intricate branches
Pumps and thinks too much
Just **** my heart with any weapon
For if it ceases to beat then it stops
To think about the brain which flashes
Images of you to me
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
During work I think of you
At home I think of you
Maybe if I shoot my brains out
I would stop wondering about you
Oh yes! To be a zombie
Undead walking on earth
Never thinking, never minding
Just walking and feeling hungry
But even if my brain gets frozen
It’s not the ***** that thinks improperly
This tiny red muscle with intricate branches
Pumps and thinks too much
Just **** my heart with any weapon
For if it ceases to beat then it stops
To think about the brain which flashes
Images of you to me
God! It's been 3 years that I've written this but the feeling is still the same.
