because you were young i didn't care
i grabbed your face, showed your place
i could have grabbed your stray tongue too
i ruffled your hair, patted your back as the
vices ran loose from your soul, and with words
promised only what an older sister could
but in the midst of the night you were the body
i found myself weaved around with
until like-minded fellows sit by me in the ride
speaking, and really speaking
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
because you were young i didn't care
i grabbed your face, showed your place
i could have grabbed your stray tongue too
i ruffled your hair, patted your back as the
vices ran loose from your soul, and with words
promised only what an older sister could
but in the midst of the night you were the body
i found myself weaved around with
until like-minded fellows sit by me in the ride
speaking, and really speaking
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