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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Can you repeat that?
I don't think I heard that last word.
But maybe that's because I said it first.
And you know you'll be nothing without me.
I've got your soul locked up in my mouth.
You left it there when we last kissed.
Was it really that long ago? I forgot to give it back.
Everything we shared will be my secret.
I'll swallow our memories with a shot of vodka and a grimace so that
I don't laugh. It's an octave higher than you're used to.
Can you handle that?
Ever since we've been apart I don't need to keep things under wraps.
I don't think you can handle that. I've got these big city dreams.
They're sending shivers down my spine.
I thought of them when your hand was creeping up my thigh. Isn't it sad?
Sunsets and starry skies gave me more satisfaction than your intentions.
I want to forget everything we never accomplished, that you never said
to me. I'll head to the nearest club, take a swig and try to forget
our troubles. You were in love with me? Well baby so was I.
But I hated myself when I was with you.
I'll walk tipsy down your street, singing love songs I wish I could get out
of my head. The street lights will illuminate my words and block out
my features. But you'll know its me, you've heard me say all those things
so many times when I was curled up in your bed. I wish I could remember
what they were but I can't hear myself through the slur.
I'm getting good at losing my tongue
in some new boy's mouth. Isn't it a tragedy? I'm looking for my dreams
in a strangers face. All I'll find is a grope and a drunken stare.
But you know the story.
I'm repeating myself again.
I've run out of pretty words and reasons.
I have nothing left to say.



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