Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I Can't Listen to Them Anymore

You're the Angel and the One, my little Blackbird.
Sweeter than Rhubarb.
Don't Ever Fucking Question That.

I've Just Seen a Face,
and it looked Just Like Heaven.
It was A Thousand Miles away,
but it was Brighter Than Sunshine.
I Let him Be, because he was holding up Warning signs.

Yesterday, I saw you.
Yesterday seems so far away.
I was Hanging By a Moment, so you never saw me too.
but I saw You. And I saw The Waitress, too.

God Loves her.

You should know that I still sleep with a Body Pillow.
All the girls ask about it, but I tell them that I'm Fallin' for 'Em.
I need someone to hold on to.*
"You're a God in bed," I tell them, "and it aches If You're Gone."

I love my Suicidegirls.

Everything reminds me of you.
Why do you get all the love in the world?

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