These dead stares across the shopping mall
Wouldn't I care if I could have them all
Fingerpainting these eyes
**** photos: camera shutter sighs
But her breath is morse code
And my words are falling
Her dial tone dilates
As her moans are calling
She fell in love with a filter
And I fell in love with someone's daughter
We took pictures in the summer time
And she threw them into the water
When she lies, her cheeks flush
She swears that she doesn't care much,
as she sits in her underwear
with a light grin and a heavy heart.
She felt her pulse by the bed light
She was sad that she was alright
I watched her paint her dad on fire
while holding infant her.
I heard the window shatter
She never said what was the matter
I found her on the driveway,
broken like a family picture frame
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
These dead stares across the shopping mall
Wouldn't I care if I could have them all
Fingerpainting these eyes
**** photos: camera shutter sighs
But her breath is morse code
And my words are falling
Her dial tone dilates
As her moans are calling
She fell in love with a filter
And I fell in love with someone's daughter
We took pictures in the summer time
And she threw them into the water
When she lies, her cheeks flush
She swears that she doesn't care much,
as she sits in her underwear
with a light grin and a heavy heart.
She felt her pulse by the bed light
She was sad that she was alright
I watched her paint her dad on fire
while holding infant her.
I heard the window shatter
She never said what was the matter
I found her on the driveway,
broken like a family picture frame
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