i wonder,
will you grow back your
old winter skin?
i'm lost and so hot
for this mess that we're in.

it's a saturday night,
the same place the same time
and i can't help but repeat
last year's tired line:

"if i could,
i'd make love to your deranged mind,
you knew i was helpless
against falling for your kind."

it's the last nice day
before it goes raw,
and i'm saving all my quarters
before breaking our last straw.

but the bed is soft and our legs are bare
and i know that you don't wanna go anywhere.
so i take off my shirt
and i untie my shoes
because you like it to be dirty
and i've got the blues.

09/26/2009

Posted on 09/26/2009
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