Next time I'm nauseous with ideas of you and my head peers into the toilet bowl
Stomach empty and heart perilously full
Maybe enough dry heaves will yield a purge of a better kind
And all my thoughts and feelings which centered around you might lose their point of orbit allowing inertia to plunge them into deep space
Through the black hole of my heart and out my mouth
I want you gone and I want you here
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Next time I'm nauseous with ideas of you and my head peers into the toilet bowl
Stomach empty and heart perilously full
Maybe enough dry heaves will yield a purge of a better kind
And all my thoughts and feelings which centered around you might lose their point of orbit allowing inertia to plunge them into deep space
Through the black hole of my heart and out my mouth
I want you gone and I want you here