your prayernight

so, she tells me stories and man, i'm jonesing now has she anything left
for me
to want?

so, maybe i'm crazy, maybe it's all just slipping low-cal diet of her looks and stares and centerfold walks across the stars, damn you run me to the ground. damn she looks so fine to me right now.

so soon enough i'll be madman drooling on my knees in shattered glass whatever life there wasw is left behind and fading, now you're gone
now you're there and once again i'm looking everything softly up and down, and i can see i can see anything
but the sun

so stick around and maybe i'll be watching your fingers turn pages and we'll be wine drunk and laugh crazy eyed laughs at the ceiling,
tiles ont he kitchen floor, water runs the sink and i'll be
i'll be
drunk, a little prayer this time for you, a little tapdance fairytale fantasy life i'de like to leave you gasping for air...

so it's all just a sweet little banjo riff away amd i'll be curled up in little balls sending out these songs like monk chants through the afterlife to you
and baby, let's get crazy, you and me, one last drastic time, falling sincerity licking wounds later and just running, tearing the flesh of wasted life from our eyes and not wasting, not wasting away anymore,
maybe this time it'll be the way (hell, you always wanted)me, and so now
so now holding our hands in our laps, jesus, i could stare at you till the burning out of the sun
and wonder
what the hell it is that's on your mind and whether i'm
whether i'm any part of it
hell, you wither flowers you look so good and smell like home can't you can't you take me home tonight, it's late i've been drinking.

2003-08-01 | 2:25 p.m.
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