Sangrias on Saturdays,
a better way,
we got sicker,
the stairs spiraled,
quicker than a Winter's day
and a jet plane
is a
dalmatian
in a weird sort of way.
That was stupid
to sa-
vor
one sort of angle
over
another sort
of strangle
hold
would be a mistake,
one of great consequence,
something to wince at.
Keep wincing.
I know.
Red haired,
struttin' down that stage
like the Summer fox,
strummin' that
southern rock,
get me off, get me off!
I'm stuck
in love me mode
so give me
a good
night lullaby
and tuck me in-
at least.
freckle faced teenager, giddy up!
freckle faced teenager, give it up!
I'll be there,
I"ll be the one.
I'll feel hair
and I'll pull for fun.
Snow.
Roses.
Snow and roses,
Fall always forces
and I can never go back to
the cotton my blood was soaking in.
Snow and roses,
Fall always closes
and leaves me wanting.
I can never go back; ****
the rotten fruit our wine was soaking into.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Sangrias on Saturdays,
a better way,
we got sicker,
the stairs spiraled,
quicker than a Winter's day
and a jet plane
is a
dalmatian
in a weird sort of way.
That was stupid
to sa-
vor
one sort of angle
over
another sort
of strangle
hold
would be a mistake,
one of great consequence,
something to wince at.
Keep wincing.
I know.
Red haired,
struttin' down that stage
like the Summer fox,
strummin' that
southern rock,
get me off, get me off!
I'm stuck
in love me mode
so give me
a good
night lullaby
and tuck me in-
at least.
freckle faced teenager, giddy up!
freckle faced teenager, give it up!
I'll be there,
I"ll be the one.
I'll feel hair
and I'll pull for fun.
Snow.
Roses.
Snow and roses,
Fall always forces
and I can never go back to
the cotton my blood was soaking in.
Snow and roses,
Fall always closes
and leaves me wanting.
I can never go back; ****
the rotten fruit our wine was soaking into.
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