Of The Lovely
Insufficient indication of a coefficient
Most of it unsound
In the kitchen and underneath the house
They kept the heathens in mounds
But the anger leaves no trace on any face I see
So it’s up to me
You won’t interest me again
I’ll be a cynical heavy reader with no TV
The lighting is good and the narrator could be
The lone survivor of this ugly scene
A picture’s worth a thousand words
But the eulogies are read for free
The editing is understood by everyone but me
And the anger leaves no trace on any face I see
So it’s up to me
You won’t interest me again
I’ll be a cynical heavy reader with no TV
I’ve been feeling around for the shit on the ground
But I know that it’s inside me
I see
So it’s up to me
You won’t interest me again
I’ll be a cynical heavy reader with no TV
Just Like You
What did I say this time to make you want to cry?
How does it feel to be my victim in your mind?
What did you tell yourself to scare yourself?
I’m not so bad
In fact, I’m just like you my love
You scare me too
Don’t be fooled if I appear amused
I might be crazy but so are you
What if the loudest yells are calculated well?
And everything we do is only a review?
I’ll bet you tell your friends that you’re in hell
I’m not so bad
In fact, I’m just like you my love
I’m in hell too
Don’t be fooled if I appear amused
I might be the one who doesn’t speak and the one who doesn’t call but you have never lost any sleep over me
I’ll bet you tell your friends that you’re in hell
I’m not so bad
In fact, I’m just like you my love
I’m in hell too
Don’t be fooled if I appear amused
I might be crazy but so are you
Strange Grin
I could have been
Almost anything
But I chose to be
Your latest faithful little friend
If you looked where you could see
You might notice a strange grin within the innocence that’s giving me the leverage I’ll use on you
Don’t you find it comforting that I’m so good at listening when I’m with you?
I think it’s working
Just as I planned
You want to hold my hand
Tell me everything
You can trust in me ‘cause I’m your friend
Just keep looking straight ahead
And you won’t notice the strange grin within the innocence that’s giving me the leverage I’ll use on you
Don’t you find it comforting that I’m so good at listening when I’m with you?
And don’t you find it somewhat interesting that I always know what your thinking and I always know what you need?
You might notice a strange grin within the innocence that’s giving me the leverage I’ll use on you
I could have been
Almost anything
Several Mistakes In A Row
Don’t be ashamed or insecure
Just don’t believe that you’re demure
Don’t seek assistance with the scene your making
But don’t give in to my indifferent sigh
Oh, kill your good sense with me
Let’s drink and then go repeat history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
Don’t settle the bill I need some more
I’m not ashamed to be your whore
By the way, they said that there’s someone new with you
And as far as they could tell he looks like me
Oh, kill your good sense quickly
Let’s leave and then go repeat history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row, on the floor, in the place we met before
There is poetry in emptiness
That’s why I always turn to us when I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
Oh, kill your good sense with me
There’s no use in pondering history
I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row, on the floor, in the place we met before
There is poetry in emptiness
That’s why I always turn to us when I’m in the mood to make several mistakes in a row
Greek Archaic
Spewing lines of new age prose
To revel in the diction
Burning sticks to stimulate
Changes in the aura
I'll decide if you are gifted my friend
They will find conjectured meaning in banal
scribblings
I sigh
I savor the slightest grin
Flummoxed teens and ribaldry have smitten the
apprentice
He grins now
Flowing locks of hip dissention
Guaranteed attention
Prodigies with beckon calls in city sanitation
I'll decide if you are gifted my friend
They will find you debonair if not convincing
I sigh
I savor the slightest grin
I'll decide if you are gifted my friend
They will find you full of incite sans pretension
I sigh
I savor the slightest grin
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