By ZoE
Date: 11 August 1999

curves

pink sweater fucks up my day
thinking about stepping over that line in the cement
is it the disease talking or me?
i want to fuck them up for laughing at you
my baby
my baby
little boy dances in your light and makes me remember what it's like to 
be young again
and how i want to be
and how i want to get those thoughts out of my head
how fucking you in my bed might make it better\
cry cry
dry tears
i wasn't myself today
i blame it on everything but myself
want to blame it on the disease
want to dry up the blood
want to stop making myself the centerpiece of your comedy
steal the twin towers for me honey
i'll meet you there
lesbian flicks
i want to be one
make things simpler
like that wedding day and the fishnet stockings
letting myself be vulnerable
but always on guard
cause i can't help but be pretentious
savior in me