Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
****** crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
****** into a fixed reality,
doomed? not quite.
Her eyes washed away,
flowing away with her wings,
a slump attitude, lying naked with her.
florescent grumpy woman.
I couldn’t wish for a good girl,
a man with beauty, who is so wise.
Locks of hair make the men
blues.
Bash my Morocco joker card,
fold my ace card, make myself
lose my thousand dollar sweat.
Soon I’ll shave my Beethoven beard,
and bleed Mozart all over my long
face, coughing up some Chopin,
falling down hitting off that dazed
feeling that started this mess.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
****** crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
****** into a fixed reality,
doomed? not quite.
Her eyes washed away,
flowing away with her wings,
a slump attitude, lying naked with her.
florescent grumpy woman.
I couldn’t wish for a good girl,
a man with beauty, who is so wise.
Locks of hair make the men
blues.
Bash my Morocco joker card,
fold my ace card, make myself
lose my thousand dollar sweat.
Soon I’ll shave my Beethoven beard,
and bleed Mozart all over my long
face, coughing up some Chopin,
falling down hitting off that dazed
feeling that started this mess.
crazy
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