Monday, March 16, 2009

The Nasty Smile.

I dont want to pretend the words are something their not.
At the same time, so badly I want them to just be.
We're still trying though.
And it'll make me smile a bit.

When I'm punched in the throat, you're the one who'll get fucked up.
I miss you, like a poor archer.
And I love you like the archers wife.

Im around for whenever we dont need me.
Weather forbid I can't find where I'm going.
Rest in peace.
We all know you probably got in.

The best of the best.
Will require only the basics.
And as long as we keep that up.
The drawers are full and my heart can drain.

An axis, an axis, itll tilt both ways
why dont we close the checkbook on that deal
Maybe its because im afraid of that doorknob turning
that I shut off the lights.


Cummedyegha, meet Larch.

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