Friday, September 12, 2008
Current mood: tired
burrowing in like a tick
distracting me like planes crashing into buildings
blinding me like hot needles behind my eyes
always pretending you're on my side
what kind of fool do you take me for?
well, how many different kinds of fool are there?
break it open
like a snowglobe on wet pavement
let the dreams leak out
peel it back
like the rind of a blood orange
where did this fruit grow?
it brings you closer
to a place you don't want to be
you won't remember going there
stretch it out
like a little white lie, whispered
echoing in a dark church
who's best interest?
certainly not mine
your disguise only fools the stupid
your bridge to nowhere leads to me
Currently listening:Enter: The Conquering Chicken
By The Gits
Release date: 2003-10-14
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