Seeing in Stripes
By GlassBrains
Beat the day and figure out what you've done my hands go tremulous when looking down the barrel of a gun don't pass it to me I'll just miss and end up with a needle through my throat And I swear I'd rather hold your head underwater than see you like this your friends now total a simple list and your gun means the same as a kiss Throw your voice to see what you really sound like your self-destructiveness is contagious looks like I'm the only one around I'm done sympathizing at close distance I'll just miss the promenades and the beautiful nights And I swear I'd rather hold your head underwater than let the locusts kill my first-born daughter I would have shot her I'm just another dysfunctional father It was all too new for her I was all to cruel to her And I pray that the barrier is just an open locker then I can rejoice at seat's edge and see that broken promises are a well-played pledge livid dreams are a crumbling ledge Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 03:07 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"Beat the day..."