Put down that joint,
Break that bowl and look at me.
Honestly.
I can't believe you when you say I'm beautiful.
Your vision is skewed.
Your perception blurred.
It's gotta be.
It's gotta be.
I cringe at the sound of 'baby',
Calculating how long you're gonna stay around.
How long before I fight what's right
And chase my love away again.

I can't take your chestnut eyes
Hashing open my soul.
I'm scared.
Don't touch me.
I'm scared.
No scapegoat, no knife.
Cigarettes all gone.
I'm so unprepared.
Don't touch me.
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME,... darling.

I can't handle someone being good to me.
Can't handle sincere eyes staring into mine.

Awaiting the first blow.
Tapping my toe, waiting for you to crack.
To smackscreamshoutslither yourwayout.

A month? Two? Three?
My insecurities got ahold of me.
"My intentions are pure"
-ly dishonest.
Cynical, at best.
I need to let go and just enjoy this,
But I can't shake the stinging from my chest.

Could you leave now, please?
Darlingbabylovesugarpiesweetiecupcake,
Walk away before it gets any worse.


This vunerability's got me reeling,
Hanging from the ceiling
Can't rid myself of this feeling,
Marijuana won't make it better.
Perhaps it's just the weather
(inside my head.)

03/26/2007