I expect and accept the misery of the papers
I'm a decent man for only moments of the day
Waiting frusrated for the sin to be disarmed
I never got my breath back
From living too much at night
My loved ones wither away, and I only dream of debts
Like a spitfire soars, the sin took her too
Should we burn you on a stake where you stand
I'll get a lucky break when I'm overweight and middle aged
Seducing me was a dangerous mistake
He is a projection, he can't put out flames
He's an unknowing pilot fiercely in love
Who will gather his senses in an overgrown unhappy home
Though he'll always be too frightened of life to live

04/13/2013

Posted on 04/13/2013
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