2005-08-16
time to waste.
There's someone down below
blowing you a kiss.
They watch from their windows
as all arms fall to their sides,
and all eyes fix
on the death of tomorrow.
And you found everything you need
to make a life complete.
Completely revolting.
and they have safety and relief
to say hello the street
I see you alive every dayYou had time to waste.
But I'm not sorry.
Such a basket case.
I've blacken buried
I had time to kill.
It's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill,
But no one trust-worthy.These creatures are waking up in these dark trees.
Awaiting like vultures.
And eyes rolled back turned white in time to feed
A salivating hunger...
for you, and everything they need
to make a death complete...
completely unnatural.
They salvaged the lives
behind those dead eyes
and watched you while you sleep every night and...You had time to waste.
But I'm not sorry.
Such a basket case.
I've blacken buried.
I had time to kill.
It's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill,
But no one trust-worthy.
i didn't want to leave. it felt right. i dont' want to be a fucking replacement though, and i sunk a little as that's what it felt like. i can't make the damn cat like me, one gigantic and pitiful metaphor for life. how comfortable. if only you knew.
so you got through that, and now you're here. sorry. i won't be referring to you again.
the traffic up to somers (down sorry, it's south.. who am i apologizing to? not you, remember?) sucks mofomonkeys. i shouldn't complain, there was an accident.
how did he get a girlfriend like that? good personality? it sure didn't seem like it. if she had to go for someone like that, what does that leave me to? he is fakish, hanging out at the pool even when not working. yeah, what does that leave me?
how can they fucking tease like that? oh your one-month, congratulations. girls. light high pitched voices, gentle and obligatory hugs.
i feel like i'm never allowed to be immature with you, i can't even really mope. if i do, i'll get a lecture or see your knowing face as you hold one back.
i watched holly back up her car into jamie's, with diana in the front seat. this was a different accident, but actually somehow comical in a very weird and flightly way.
we skim the surface. we giggle. or at least they do. the tone she speaks with wavers. are you threathened by me? i can't see someone feeling that way.
then again, rahr.
sorry again, this is all very apologetic, sorry for breaking that vow i had primarily bestowed upon you the reader, i have many excuses but won't blurt them here.
thanks. thank you. uggghhh me.
'night for now, skim this while you can, it will probably be gone later.
leesah-likes at 12:42 a.m.