i dont kno what to feel
everything in the room looks plastic
all the words fell from his mouth
like petals of iris unfolding
but not as pretty
...
they should give me a band
it need be loud
the dead need hear it
the living need know it.
...
woke up to see
everything
everything changed
not even close to what it used to be
...
we dont belong here
we've lived a hundred lives
a thousand years ago
im always feeling
...
the perfume
in this room
is soooo thick i cant taste it
but it makes me
...
love ridden, love struck, gave it all up for him and a buck...)
The First Time Is The Last Time
i dont kno what to feel
everything in the room looks plastic
all the words fell from his mouth
like petals of iris unfolding
but not as pretty
how to be now
what to say and do
i've never felt this way
and never want to again
so if come back
am i to just say yes
like nothing ever happened?
who does that?
cant act as if not one fiber attatched
itself
i cant be cordial
i cant be civil
i want what i wanted
but it doesnt happen that way
im still coughing
and a little hole is burning
through my chest
something on the inside
is bleeding...
i cant translate this language
that you're speaking......