Perfect Fit
I can fit you like dry flesh Worn in the evening As children with the drunk You speak with white tongues Your lips a fading black I fit you like plastic knives With your touch for every lie You sound me off in a sleep of tired eyes With music as precious for any keeper To score with your wits Lying with ash and oil And a mother desperatly calling out to you Her feathers once tickling your dream Your sandy angel, without cause To suffer in reason I can fit you like a lost lover With your regret leaving me bare And once you're gone I can fit you to forgive you Or kill you just the sameeither way... sometimes they can just be perfect..and fitting.... in most vulnerable moment that is :) hehe Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 02:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I can fit you like dry flesh..."