i want to kiss the mouth that bit me
i’ll sleep until i’m fifty
and then i’ll drink & drink & drink
& drink & drink & drink again
this pen writes tragedies not sins
and in the end i never win
but i’ll put my heart out on my sleeve
and at some point start the show
i’ll crack that smile you fell for
that night you fell on my floor
but i picked you up, we started the dance
i told them then, you’re my last chance
and i meant that shit.
11.12.09
November 12, 2009, 1:57pm
