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By chris Date: 2004 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.04.14.12.20803]] |
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i can't stop saying stupid-ass things to save my life i couldn't fly right if i had wings christ all the good and pure things i take for granted piss away like too much lite beer in too short a time a semi-decent buzz then it's gone still you come along for one fucked-up ride one more invitation to come inside because i say i need you and i do and in the moments we're one making love on cool black sheets freshly washed like i wish my mind could be i know i love you as much as i'm capable but no one's minding the store and what's more i'm afraid the black isn't just what was on sale somewhere once but a metaphor |