I was raised on grain alcohol
and prayer. And if that's
not a powerful combination,
I don't know what is.
I blow up volcanoes daily,
So, you really shouldn't
of come as a surprise.
I realize I can't play
cards, or board games well.
But I'm the best liar
you ever saw. I also
know well enough to know
these words are inert -
they don't mean a thing.
Like this hand on my
thigh, what's the use?
But the hand, like the eye,
has it's purpose.
So, who am I
to interrupt it's job?
A mouths job, on the
other hand, is never done.
From the wine it sips,
to the licking of lips.
It's the only anchor
keeping me from your seas.
But alas, I have retired
my spectacles. My bleak eyes
have grown old. So,
I keep them closed these days,
pretending it's you I hold.
For blind, or for worse...
the better to dream
of you, my dear.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
I was raised on grain alcohol
and prayer. And if that's
not a powerful combination,
I don't know what is.
I blow up volcanoes daily,
So, you really shouldn't
of come as a surprise.
I realize I can't play
cards, or board games well.
But I'm the best liar
you ever saw. I also
know well enough to know
these words are inert -
they don't mean a thing.
Like this hand on my
thigh, what's the use?
But the hand, like the eye,
has it's purpose.
So, who am I
to interrupt it's job?
A mouths job, on the
other hand, is never done.
From the wine it sips,
to the licking of lips.
It's the only anchor
keeping me from your seas.
But alas, I have retired
my spectacles. My bleak eyes
have grown old. So,
I keep them closed these days,
pretending it's you I hold.
For blind, or for worse...
the better to dream
of you, my dear.
