Monday, November 21, 2011

i think i thought
a pocket full of rot
just a minute let me jot
a little lot about my thought

oh me oh my
there's a needle in my eye
crossed my heart and hoped to die
but i really meant it at the time

oooooooooooooooooooooooo
stop.

stop this.
waste.

waste.
waste,
waste,
waste:
waste of, wasted, wasting, waste.
waste of time. waste a dime
he, she, it is wasting by
by..
bye.
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

oh me oh my
there's much to do before i die
i don't know why i watch the sky
even if i could i wouldn't fly

sooooooooooooooooooooooooo
late
please wait
i know i am a little late
caught my stocking
while i was docking
can't you make a little space?

no

over and over
i ask you to move over
clean the dishes for my wishes
be such a shame to watch them drain
go home
go roam
what's a matter need a phone
hold the line, where's your dime
i know you meant it at the time

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