a
self inflicted
self indulgent
kind of pain and pleasure moment
stuck between a whip and feather
one is close
but the other's better
one would ask
why do I bother
maybe it's cause
of an absent father
truth be told
i'm all the better
with these instructions
worn and weathered
pick up your head and soak up all the rain
lift up that chin and wash that pain away
all can be fixed with soap and water
even the pain of loveless daughters
pick up your bags but throw your cares away
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
a
self inflicted
self indulgent
kind of pain and pleasure moment
stuck between a whip and feather
one is close
but the other's better
one would ask
why do I bother
maybe it's cause
of an absent father
truth be told
i'm all the better
with these instructions
worn and weathered
pick up your head and soak up all the rain
lift up that chin and wash that pain away
all can be fixed with soap and water
even the pain of loveless daughters
pick up your bags but throw your cares away
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