Sign of life
“Imusttalktoyouthisway, becauseyoudon’tunderstand - I’mdrawingaline - Iamsorryifithurts, Idon’tliketoblockpeoplefrommylife, youdon’tunderstand - Iwantnomorediscussiononthis. Ithoughtyoupreferstraight-talkbutyoudon’tunderstand...”
Shh shh shh. I adore your broken grammar sweetheart, but let’s admit I gently correct it all in my head.
I am no stuffed animal - you can’t keep me.
I stroll down the museum at dawn, so shoot me out or let me be.
This love is a strange tide, isn’t it?
It washes up this side, that side - every side we hide
It lifts our spirit high
High, high, high, high very high it lifts
our spirit, and hurts our pride. Yea, hurts.
I am no stuffed animal - you can’t keep me.
I stroll down the museum at dawn, so shoot me out or let me be.
This love is a strange tide, isn’t it?
It washes up this side, that side - every side we hide
It lifts our spirit high
High, high, high, high very high it lifts
our spirit, and hurts our pride. Yea, hurts.
Let the experts bleed
There’s much, too much greed -
Toomuch muchmuch muchmuch Ugh.
Ah, you know what you want! OK.
But who knows what you need?
I look for a sign of life
A glint of the eye
The moon wanes heaving dead shadows
A night rolls by - Fuck! That wildcat
The moon wanes heaving dead shadows
A night rolls by - Fuck! That wildcat
kind of turned inside her case just now, did you see?
Did you see my wildcat... Wildcat.. Wildcat..Oh, did you see that...
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