Praying for rain, I dust off the old record
and in Seventeen Seconds i'll feel a lot better
because you're so far gone and you don't even miss me
it's all Pornography and no Kiss Me, Kiss Me Kiss Me
If only tonight I could sleep on this cold bed of nails
but those pictures of you crept into my mind without fail
we were close as Siamese twins
but you've taken the walk again
and his kisses fall on your skin
soft as Japanese whispers
as my kiss meets a bottle; yearning, blistered and bitter
every day is the same, since the day that you left me
it's Friday, i'm in misery
100 years, 100 memories.
Monday, January 21, 2013
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