return to sender, not your words or letters.
crashing never felt so good, the writer of the book.
mirrored walls and paper thin, darling give us a watermelon grin.
in the land of doors, i spy a girl running floors.
slamming fours, folk will sing of your adore.
paper thin, paper thin, paper thin, we see your grin.
like a pair of gloves, with a pair of hands.
like a pair of aces, wrapped in diamond bands.
you make me float, but bed sheet ghosts was all she wrote.
murder, murder, its such a burden.
but tyler durden's jealous of your wit.
time's good as anyone's word,
well antithetical lines seemed so absurd.
glowing epiphany sometimes run like trains.
run straight by and overstrain.
lately i've been sleeping just to live.
dreams of you brush my lips.
just say it and ill swim away.
away away away.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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