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By Riggs Date: 2004 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.28.12.30.20739]] |
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I'm half of nothing really You're vacant and I'm sad spark and spin like a catherine wheel in the booze and pills I've had If someone would save me from something. The worst I could ever be There's nothing much to say there's nothing much of me. I'm the guy whose fantasy got fucked by someone else I'm the tragic sometime someone, yellow photo on the shelf. turn me inside out and pull me down I'm the subject of this recurring day I'm just nothing, I'm just dirt I'm the word you can't bring yourself to say. I'm just walking backwards, I'm the salt in your wound I'm the blemish in your moon Poor boy nothing much to speak of. |