So here are some, strung together, in need of a voice and a tune.
Because I want my words to be hummed along in the privacy of your room.
I have a problem with authority
Which could explain why I hate me.
Some days I can do it
But today ain't onea dem days
Sometimes I'll get through it
Like I got a map in the maze
Ain't onea dem days.
And I'll pick my teeth with your carrion bones
Lick my lips with satisfaction
For ingesting you is the closest I'll come
To experiencing love in action.
I have a face for radio and a voice for newspaper.
Maybe I only fuck the fickle.
The next stage is "acceptance."
I can't accept that.
I want to spew hate
All over your face.
Band name: Evil Scowlene and The Sleep Creeps.
What you can't see is so obvious to me.
Why should I see you as you truly are
When in my mind you're so much better?
I'd give my life to unlearn that love always dies.
I'd hate you for your beauty if I didn't love you for your brain.
Let's fall apart, together.
You oughta wanna know me better.
She got a ass like strawburry compote.
You're not interested in hearing the truth. You're interested in hearing your own ideas parroted back to you.
You got designer shoes but a Walmart mind. You think you're fantastic. Bitch, you fuckin' tragic.
Today I realized that you and I have no more to say
to each other
But not torn
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