crystal morning mirror
drawing distance nearer
I've sung this song much too long
and if every day could be the same then I would never get out of bed
but it's Sunday morning
and something has been warning
me to check under the bed for you
and if every day could be the same then I would never get out of bed
cut a bitch she was my
omniscient eye
sinking flowers in a pit of clay
screaming at the sun
I heard her teeth come undone
it's hard to sleep with you warming me
and if every day could be the same then I would never get out of bed
and if the sun would greet me this way I could be the twinkle in its eye
like a faint whisper, she dissolved into the evening
and I wasn't able to
she dissolved into
but the sun is breaking through
my superhuman view
when she dissolved into
what we're supposed to do
is in direct conflict to
what our hearts undo
but the sun is breaking through
my superhuman view
when she dissolved into
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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