By the guppy
Date: 17 July 2000
sleepytime rationale
fevered by my defenses
i break down over vodka tonic
fake a phone call to her house
playing sexy vocals in my head
but nothing's said
the machine i hear is telling me
"at the sound of the beep
you should have hung up ten seconds ago,
if you care to leave a message,
please call somebody else"
kicking gravel in the road
chasing down a pebble
gets hard to tell them all apart
only the good ones break your heart
leads me to believe
that i must have found the best
a long long time ago
it's not about attempts
it's about ability
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