2005-09-23 - 1:19 a.m.
THE BLOOD FROM MY PENIS STILL STAINS YOUR CARPET
I'M BURRIED NOSE-DEEP WITH THE WIEGHT OF THIS ON MY TORTURED OLD SHOULDERS
I CANNOT SLEEP BECAUSE DREAMING OF YOU HURTS TOO MUCH
I SPEND HOURS ON END WITH A MELBOURNE TRAM IN MY HAND
AND YOU NESTLED DEEP WITHIN BOTH MY BROKEN HEARTS
I NEED TO KNOW IT'S NOT THE SAME-OLD-SAME-OLD
PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT A PINK-WEARING, HAIR-TWIRLING SCHOOL GIRL STILL
PLEASE DON'T EXPECT ME TO FIND COMFORT IN THIS OFFER OF FRIENDSHIP BY DEFAULT
I'M CLOUDED BY YOUR HAUNTING REMINDER
PAIN IS ALL THAT LIFE EVER HAS TO OFFER
PAIN IS REALLY ALL I'VE EVER HAD
AT LEAST YOU LEAVE BEHIND A CONFIRMATION WHEN YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND TO WHITHER AND CRUMBLE
YOU'D THINK I MIGHT BE USED TO DISMISSAL BY NOW
NAIVE, OVER-IMAGINATIVE AND SILLY OLD ME
A SNOTTY TISSUE
HALF A SPRING ROLL
SURROUND-SOUND IN THE BEDROOM
ASH
BLOOD
BONG WATER
WINE
AND OF COURSE MORE BAD CHINESE FOOD
WOULD THINGS HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT HAD I KNOWN THE END WAS SO NEAR?
SO MUCH NEVER SAID
EVERYTHING'S ALWAYS SWEPT UNDER YOUR RUG THOUGH
I'VE DIED ALREADY
"LIFE" IS JUST THE SCREAMING BITTER BITCH GHOST THAT HAUNTS ME
FORGIVE ME OFFICER FOR I DID NOT SEE THE "WRONG WAY WAY GO BACK" SIGN
WHAT I DON'T GET IS WHY SCHOOLS THESE DAYS TEACH US ALL HOW TO MAKE BABIES
YET THERE'S NO LESSONS ON HOW TO DEAL WITH HEART BREAK
HURRY UP AND WRITE ME MY LETTER BITCH!
AND OH I ALMOST FORGOT...
PETER STUYVESANT CIGARETTES
JESSE ANTONIEFF, HAD TO DIE TO WRITE AGAIN
You Are Scarlet.
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