Sunday, May 24, 2009

mess with the tiger and you'll get the horns

be proud of your shitty friends
shady lifestyles lead to an understanding
that no matter how low you go
the trailer lot will break your fall
Hate art like I hate art
ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
loved ones, left ones, I don't know how you feel
answers leave me notes at my door
threw up in your front yard last night
sorry but it felt right at the time
gorgeous bottle be mine till I move on
like everyone I've ever used
Hate art like I hate art
ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
loved ones, left ones, I don't know how you feel
answers leave me notes at my door
Stay misread and dismissed, bleed grey in a nation of flakes and flips.
Borderline, every line, I feel like this, lie myself to a false content.

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