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the shape of the full moon
Contributed by
feathercut
on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 11:35:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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building his castle
he always seems to hit the sand
building my ego
she always seems to be done
before i even started
building your kingdom
just to watch you leave
hitting the ceiling
drunk on notes
of drunken hallucigenic
love
***** u and your drugs
my bodys dead and
my head is done
my heart is reaching
but your hands are broken
hold me on
hold me ive got to catch up life
its been a hard days work
and im gonna start coming home
to see who exactly is my wife
ive been sipping her soup
eating the bread she baked
and feeding her children
and having sex with a matress
maybe, have u seen my life
he walked by a hundred times it seems today
carrying a suitcase
or she smelled of
french perfume
or maybe she smelled like the stars
and maybe he was carrying
a guitar
back to u
the notes float and seem this tapestry together
before my eyes, we are birds chained to the weather
well this eager man
he shot you down
and left me to the storm
he burns your skin
and puts you in his mouth
and you love it
i wonder how you feel after he sighs
and lights up his ciggerate
i guess like
nothing.....
so what do u want from me
ive given you everything
one god
and one will
than how is there
no answer
Copyright ©
feathercut
... [
2005-01-08 11:35:51] (Date/Time posted on
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