run to the kitchen, find every sharp untensil, inhale deeply
soak your lungs in epson salt till the hours become days
throw all your money at the mirror, wipe until the brown becomes green
hope for a day it all means as little to you as it does to me
sleep, eat, sing out of key
sleep
eat
sing out of key
Will the scales of judgment weigh the plasma screen
Will the gravestone read she dined expensively
or will it read her hands were steady in the turmoil
I would pay the down payment for a better life,
if most aspects were a self-employed right
crash the teeth, the miles climb higher, forget to breathe
no book will put the next foot forward, to hell with it
Bunk in the closet, wait for Cain to whisper a will
disappear, the clouds rain piss and complaints here
sleep, eat, sing out of key
sleep
eat
sing out of key
Will the scales of judgment weigh the plasma screen
Will the gravestone read she dined expensively
or will it read her hands were steady in the turmoil
I would pay the down payment for a better life,
if most aspects were a self-employed right
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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