Sunday, August 11, 2013

Disaster date

I got something to say
while your heart calls my name
wouldn't get to live
with this stone in my body

It's stuck on my DNA
I don't care if you don't have anything
you can forget me but
please call me after ten p.m.

I've said to the walls around me
Our path is a mess, so bloody
Astronomy can't help myself
but I'm not in Hell
I know to figure out the bells
what she tells
will pop now

I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless

walking, thinking in these streets
making songs with my friends
drinking beer or taking pics
I'll kiss his lips, that's so sweet

Some day I'm gonna lose my voice
I'll swallow each fucking toy
from each cumming young boy
this way I'll forget L. B-troy
you're a dumb with your cargo pants
the world moves around and bends
before my eyes, my naked self
I feel from fame, its smell

I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless

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