look how sweetly you've hung me.
but i'm still wet and weary
and digging graves you can't fill.
are you with me now?
this is getting dark and dangerous
and picture this, your fingers in
my mouth, breaking.
i still hang out with ghosts
tossing reminders as easy as dimes
what's it to you?
i'm as classy as i want to be but
class doesn't hold much in this
school of hard knox.
so knock me down a notch or two.
i would do the same for you.
show me everything i could possibly want,
then quickly now, quicker, take it all away.
atleast my ghosts are consistent.
rocking in graves where you would never lay.

01/02/2003

Posted on 01/03/2003
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