Yeah, I'm fixed like a
pair of glasses haphazardly
stitched together with Scotch tape.
Fixed like a pothole
with a traffic cone placed
over-top, consistently treating the
symptoms and never treating
the cause.
And fixed like a hole
in the drywall
with a poster thumtacked
crookedly in place.
Fixed like your face
in front of a camera
and fixed like your face in
front of
me.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:55 AM UTC
Yeah, I'm fixed like a
pair of glasses haphazardly
stitched together with Scotch tape.
Fixed like a pothole
with a traffic cone placed
over-top, consistently treating the
symptoms and never treating
the cause.
And fixed like a hole
in the drywall
with a poster thumtacked
crookedly in place.
Fixed like your face
in front of a camera
and fixed like your face in
front of
me.
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